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Inside the Gold Thread

Into the picture of silence
Outlined by a golden thread,
I cut a window
With Fate’s scissors.
It was bound to be.
Let the lively shine through
Onto the picture they spread
Until there is no silence
Just a gold line
Surrounding the new
Now is the time
That everyone will be heard





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