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English Poëzie Tekst Text

Voices

Inscrutable noises from the dark.

The silence speaks as much as sound.

Deer bounce through frosted leaves,

White rears speak, but not to me.

There’s ice on the lake, mist among trees.

I am among voices, listening,

And learn not their meaning,

But humility.

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