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A Small Brown Coin
Contributed by
melis
on
Monday, 28th April 2003 @ 09:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Ask me the price of freedom;
A small brown coin is all;
She walked her days in Eden;
Still a shiny new penny,
Tumbling in daddy’s pocket;
Spinning in the air, glinting
And sparkling with life and hope;
Till the sun fell into her bedroom,
And she stared wide eyed, smiling
As it fused her eyelids to her skull,
And cheeks and lips melted.
All I can do now as I look down
On my tiny coin; on the treasure
I failed to save; Charred and black,
With rictus grin, and a stare
Fixed eternally on Paradise,
Is reach in my purse
For a small brown coin
To cover her eyes; Turn away,
And count the cost: Forever.
Copyright ©
melis
... [
2003-04-28 09:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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