susan@lmef.UUCP (susan) (08/16/85)
the quiet one sits in a corner all locked away, she dreams of the night as she hides in the day a sound escapes her a tuneless hum heard like the shining of the setting sun her universe her corner where she holds sway lighting her darkness with moonglow gone astray she sweeps the dust from her eyes like the tears that flow from ash-filled skies "a song within no one to hear, I within me found a thing to fear, No one can touch me in my cobwebbed palace I hold no love here, I hold no malice." Dust motes gather she weaves them around her tapestry sings leaving no sound.... no sound..... susan of lmef -- susan {ihnp4,akgua}!sol1!lmef!susan