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Mind like a lark
My body sinks deep
Into the
Soft white silks of slumber .
While my mind like a lark
lies awake within the dark .
my eyes torn and tattered
by the Beatific yet bleak color of blue .
Bellows out onto the
World.
“ for world turn the tides of time towards
the alluring seas of my yesteryear.
So I can flow Back to that
once familiar face.
who’s eyes once
swirled within
The sweet
serenades of
sapphire and hands.
So cold and calm
yet so caring
and warm.
I yearn for
those hands
to once again
be firmly grasped
upon mine. “
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Comments
c lynn brooks
Sun, 2021-02-21 18:21
BeUTIFUL
There is such a strong pleading in your words. They brin tear to ones eyes. Just a beautiful write
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Edward nigma
Sun, 2021-02-21 18:32
Thank you
Thank you for reading
Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.
Edward nigma
Mon, 2021-02-22 06:16
Thank you
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My inspiration
Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.
Geezer
Mon, 2021-02-22 07:03
I too...
feel the tugs on the heartstrings. Nice job! One thing, is the word really [bellows] like roaring or shouting? Or did you mean billows as in: swell or surge? ~ Geez.
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Edward nigma
Mon, 2021-02-22 07:52
Thank you
Well for bellows I meant shouting or crying
Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.