A Splinter of Thought in a Whisper of Truth . . . The trees of the forest rustle with its echo. The leaves of russet gold and amber Spiral to the ground . . . Not to fade into insignificance - But to give ... A Splinter of Thought in a Whisper of Truth. The gentle rain christens the leaves
As the lightning flashes And thunder crashes . . . A Splinter of Thought in a Whisper of Truth - Of Truth â– His Truth - the poem of His creation in a Whisper of Truth.
Crystal Gay Rush Student
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