(Laertes watches the queen drink from the poison cup)
LAERTES:
Said I nothing; when my voice was still sharp,
Silence before final silence - louder in action than grace;
Sins always bloom in the quiet garden of the soul,
Weeding our way to damnation.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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Comments1
This is so honest and brutal. It makes me think and I like that. It’s also short enough to keep my attention. At times less is more. Thanks for sharing.
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