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Asian Rain Member
since 2003-10-11
Posts 73 |
At end of day in the gathering dark can you sing the sun into trembling light Can you run with an evening star tied to a kite string or skip a stone moon across a night pond Tea in a kettle bread in your pocket honeys the penny paid at sundown Your summers are licorice your springs false tears and autumn your broken wing of inheritance Winters are cartwheels impossibly white snowmen the milk teeth under your pillow Your days are left weeping on a mothers wool shawl sorrowful tears to any mans eye Sing little canary sing to the night and the coal black earth How many pennies for a day of your life (for the children who worked the mines and the thirteen waiting for Light) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
BRAVO! a keeper |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
May the grace of a merciful God, bless you for remembering. Again, this is poetry. coyote 8) "Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, |
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