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Tony Smith
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Empty echoes in the chamber of the sun
Green cathedral of the valley
Cloaked in mourning and mist
A tower rises out the silver shadows
Where the dreamless sleep under mossy duvet
A shrine to an angel taken too soon
And alone he waits to join her...
Poetry
Romance