I like the sound of her voice
Long after her desertion
Quite audible still in my mind
There is this striking practice
Of passing solemnly still messages
Taken in some simple occurrence
Droplets of risible rain start,
Like tears they are wet on my face
I need the pattering speech
I feel the hidden meanings
Without yet knowing them
Above the sound of sweet song
I will find myself expanded
Beyond the grey edge of the world
You can see my face through the rain
I am washed out of limitations plight
And no earthly cause or battle
Will keep me from losing this fight
Enjoying the full tonnage of its gold
The sun advances with light, bold steps where
The mind that follows it is certain to reach fire
And there lay an area of possible discussion
It might be the very difference
Between your eyes and mine














Comments
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A-Love-Lost
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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.
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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.
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A-Love-Lost
I will find myself expanded
Beyond the grey edge of the world
You can see my face through the rain
It screams out at me, but is so inspirational and uplifting! Great work! (again!)
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In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
Happy New Year.
Hope you had a super Christmas.
xx
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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.
I hope you did as well
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In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
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