Quiet
A pinecone fallen on needles
A piece of the forest
A piece of the main
Where no bell tolls
And all sound
Is shrouded
By the softness
of the Earth
A piece of the forest
A piece of the main
Where no bell tolls
And all sound
Is shrouded
By the softness
of the Earth
posted by Intomyown at 10:06 AM
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