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Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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In Th' Q u i e t s...


In th' quiets, one can hear th' beating of their Heart;
Haunting, yet a comely echo of a weary drummer.

Close your eyes, and in that moment, you are pulled-
Into th' calm of a distant world...away fr'm th' chaos,

Somewhere 'tween th' silence.....and th' exhillaration,
A place wher' yo'r dreams are safe fr'm mad demons,

Like Emerald City, sans th' strangeness of th' journey.
Feel th' peace within, dwell in th' sweet of th' poppies;

No place like home, perhaps, still dreams yeild peace.
Open yo'r eyes to th' new day...th' quiets have spoken.

Submitted: Friday, July 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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©Frank J. Ryan, Jr./2013

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