Thursday, 20 September 2012

A Baby Crying

What lovely singing,Muffled and afar, becameA baby crying.For but an instant,Thick walls glued with books played outTheir dark melody.
—okeiImage: ‘Eithlinn in the tower’ by P. J. Lynch
What lovely singing,
Muffled and afar, became
A baby crying.

For but an instant,
Thick walls glued with books played out
Their dark melody.


Image: ‘Eithlinn in the tower’ by P. J. Lynch

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