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