under the spiraling galaxies
lodge no plea make no demand
learn to live in a hidden land
not to speak in the gale force winds
leaving no trace of the what has been
only to weave the moonlit Strand
deeper than ever and stronger than time
the golden song and the silver chime
into a music none can fault
the hint of a Heart so finely wrought.
mary angela douglas 11 february 2022; 19 march 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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