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| By Trish 19/9/15 |
With the fingertips of my right hand,
I place my imprint upon my land.
Messages hidden within the dark lines,
are of value to any, who ever finds,
the language of my silent words,
that make sense to those who've heard,
the broken cry, of a weeping love song,
that refines the heart, to a spiritual gong.
Trish 19/9/15
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