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Song of the Hushed.

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Hush. You there, be quiet now. Hush.

Hush. Not another sound. Hush.

Hush. Not a word from me. Hush.

Hushed and still and silent...Hushed.


Hush. A voice screams. Hush.

Hush. There is no sound. Hush.

Hush. Listen hard, a heart murmurs. Hush.

Hush. A silent waif crying in the dark...Hushed.


Hush. Still. Broken. Downed. Hushed.

Hushed. Eyes, dark and angry. Hushed.

Hushed. A single tear...A furious torrent. Hushed.

Hushed. No words, spoken. A spirit, broken. Hushed


Hushed. Curled up in a corner. Hushed.

Hushed. A pen in a thin, pale hand. Hushed.

Hushed. A waltz of ink, an empty page. Hushed.

But the words, silently flowing, a rage, no longer glowing...Hushed


Hushed. Rank with fear and pain. Hushed.

Hushed. A dream whirling down a drain. Hushed.

Hushed. Not silenced. Words. Written bright and clear...Hush.

Listen...The Song of the Hushed whispers in the rain...


'Of wings and words and dancing milkweed seeds...'