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The harps lay silent, their strings unstrung The harper\u2019s soul laid bare. The voices still with songs unsung And no hope left to spare. When dreams are ash and hearts grow cold And bitter draughts lay stark and old. The tales&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/2026\/10\/05\/what-silence-tells\/\">Read More <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">What Silence Tells<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":602,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[14,13],"tags":[27,22,12,23,20,11,17,25],"class_list":["post-601","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-writing","tag-chiaroscuro","tag-grim","tag-hope","tag-light","tag-mood","tag-poetry","tag-story","tag-wonder"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/What-Silence-Tells.jpg?fit=600%2C600","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/parUcj-9H","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":501,"url":"http:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/2025\/12\/01\/decisions\/","url_meta":{"origin":601,"position":0},"title":"Decisions","author":"Heather","date":"December 1, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"A poem from my Dwarven Throne world. 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