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What was Lost
Contributed by
oldernotwiser
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Tuesday, 7th September 2004 @ 01:52:31 PM in AEST
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In this slow dance
with darkness I have lost
my self. Handed over
to you like a token
you let slip
between your fingers.
Close to midnight,
you may hear it. This
fall pounding down
the cliff of memory
never found on the map
in daylight. Its kisses
will be sweeter than
emptiness. Its embrace
more certain than sleep.
Copyright ©
oldernotwiser
... [
2004-09-07 13:52:31]
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Re: What was Lost
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by AspenGlow on
Tuesday, 7th September 2004 @ 04:43:06 PM AEST
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Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.
Sleep and we go on and on for days without....only to crash and sleep the dreamless sleep....ever our souls to rest, as the baby bird all warm in a nest.
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Re: What was Lost
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by Stitch on
Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 01:42:35 PM AEST
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Goodness, this took my breath away. Reminds me of the times I became thin as a paper doll in my need and giving toward another.
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