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by Ann Mortifee
I am ready to put away the sword of reason.
No companions approach when steel is glinting in the sun.
It is moonlight.
It is stardust.
It is the silent night
When Christ is born
That whispers now.
It is mist and shadowed twilights.
It is winter beneath the ground
And silence.
copyright Ann Mortifee 1996
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