Whisperings, shavings the bark of a tree, An echo, a shadow, the darkness and me
Fragments and ripples waves from the sea. Negatives, remnants, uncertainty, thee.
Jumbled together spilled into one Aftermath, untruth, the crust and the crumb.
By Linda A. Copp ©June 4, 1970
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