Tag Archives: Storied Land

From the Weeping Cradle

From the Weeping Cradleby Michael DoyleSeeing you there on the mountain peak,It takes away my ability to speak.Which is more than something beautiful.It becomes a conception a bit too wonderful.The trails become empty circles of storied land.Their beauty lost inside … Continue reading

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From the Silence Remembered

From the Silence Rememberedby Michael DoyleFrom the waiting silence comes the memoryOf a time when Iran was full of majesty.This storied land grasps for freedom,Not wishing to be a kingdom or a theocracy. This time whispers the quietly reverent,This time, … Continue reading

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