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I love you all
I am so ashamed
I feel your souls
as they twist with rage
I sense the warmth
that you hold so dear
and seek the comfort
that is always near
Soulfully, mournfully
the children moaned.
In the forest as the fire burned.
The hazy day had faded
into a surrealistic dream.
An ancient, scared shroud
covered the world
shielding us from
the darkest deadliest night
We journeyed to the ocean
to hear the white dove's song
Our souls realized our essence
as our bodies died
I love you all
I am so afraid
Just the briefest of looks
then a shallow grave
The bridge was crossed
in the storm that day
Children had come to show the way
This lonely man...
had no more tales to tell
His cold, dead eyes
showed only a vacant, hollow, stare
It’s still here you know
Left behind
Beside the rose
Have you forgotten?
The smell of summer’s rain
Purple clover fields
softly sprinkled
with ginger rays
The palace tower
still gently sways
Awaiting your touch
Awaiting the day
Do not shed a tear
Nor speak its name
No,
I will not explain
It’s still here you know?
so, don't be afraid
From A Distance
Garden
Your Heartbeat is a Dream
"The palace tower
still gently sways
Awaiting your touch
Awaiting the day"
Quite an original turn of phrase. Nicely done.
I began to regret not remembering enough then realised that was the point.
