Where Silence is the Sound of Change Things simplest sometimes say it best that to the truth so well attest like hallowed tint of verdant spring to hope as song we have to sing where hollowed hull of former nest reminds the living richly blessed of so much looming still to find as former "homes" are left behind... ...each moment lost a moment found on course, albeit homeward bound, a path that offers no return and where so often we discern that things familiar seem so strange where silence is the sound of change. Portly Bard Portly Bard: Old man. Ekphrastic fan. Prefers to craft with sole intent of verse becoming complement... ...and by such homage being lent... ideally also compliment.
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March 2023
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