A Folkslinger Tale
By: M. MacMinn
the new voice will howl
with the old voices song
the silence, shallow
with crest's that sing long
power and presence
easily attained
pulling each story
threads from veins
the emptiness is barren
the treasures are rich
in each glint a glisten
each shimmer a speech
with bellows of resin
an absence that speaks
every pebble in the ocean
will lie on the beach
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