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My Fallen
Contributed by
Aran_Tera
on
Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 06:58:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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No weapon save for me
A thought that should not be
A prideful shameful mind
Where grace met its demise.
Rain fell like drops of gold
Into a silver bowl
Just like the tears I tried
To hide behind my eyes.
No words need be spoken
I know now what I’d awoken
My thoughts turn now to beauty
Grace that left too swiftly.
My fallen scarlet ibis
The tranquil center I miss
A rare and glorious thing
More tender than first spring.
Looking back it’s all too hard
I wish now that I could guard
That gift I’d never loved
At the price that it deserved.
The guilt will never leave
But I will never be alone
For my fallen scarlet ibis
Will e’er lead me home.
Copyright ©
Aran_Tera
... [
2004-02-04 18:58:01] (Date/Time posted on
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