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Somnolent, vast, inert, the darkness lay Waiting for dawn. Across the ocean stirred A luminous haze, not light, but whispering light, So softly yet, the islands had not heard. The mystery of sleep was in the trees And on the weary stars. A little cry That broke the silence seemed a sacrilege. Then thro' the palm trees glided like a ghost A dusky form; the curtain of the dark Was rent with life, the forest brought forth men.
| Mediji | Grāmatas Paperback Book (Grāmata ar mīksto vāku un līmēto muguru) |
| Izlaists | 2016. gada 19. janvāris |
| ISBN13 | 9781519275219 |
| Izdevēji | Createspace Independent Publishing Platf |
| Lapas | 32 |
| Izmēri | 152 × 229 × 2 mm · 58 g |
| Valoda | Angļu |