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December 11, 2016
Dan Brown

Native Tongue

December 11, 2016
Dan Brown

Contemplations

What is it in this strange sky that has me mesmerized?

What is it in this dark sky that howls like a wounded cry?

And yet I find a peace that shimmers in the day and then is lost

I long to hold that peace but at what cost?

Strange sky make my spirit fly

What is it in your strange eyes that has me hypnotized?

What is it your dark eyes that howls like a wounded cry?

December 11, 2016
Dan Brown

Dan Brown

Aristarchus's Dream
 
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