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Heavenly Things
Contributed by
x_midnight_x
on
Wednesday, 3rd November 2004 @ 04:13:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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What for the birds who hasten to swoop and sway my days away.
What for the night bringing darkness and fright to steel my light.
And what for the clock with its cold ticking rhyme,
that captures my moments and limits my time.
The mirrors that hang by nails on the walls,
watching my image as it withers and falls.
These eyes that dont see any hope anymore,
have closed every door and no longer explore.
Two feet with no stride,no route to obide,
go where they know shuffleing slow.
Hands that held beloved ones,fingers that plucked strings,
knuckles that rapped apon heavenly things..
dreaming to grasp onto angels free wings.
Boxes and pictures of faces and smells,
Pottery and parcels now dust on the shelves.
Outside fresh rain and the birds there again.
How they swoop and play..and sway my days away.
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x_midnight_x
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2004-11-03 16:13:22] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Heavenly Things
(User Rating: 1 ) by theMoth on
Wednesday, 3rd November 2004 @ 04:37:47 PM AEST (User
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Charming poem.
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