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by Rhinehalt Nov 12, 2003 category : Special events / other poems
Little worlds Fall from fate As Heaven’s gates seal. ~o~O~o~ A small, little bird Flies to the ground To pick up a twig for its nest. ~o~O~o~ Silence is thy friend. Darkness yeilds to no one. Death be near. But Life be here. ~o~O~o~