Thursday, 15 October 2009

A few Thoughts

this dejection from life will end- the dear earth will welcome me again, and all its inhabitants will once again notice the little figure learning quietly- snuggled within her cosy corner and pretty cardigans.
Now for some things i have written, (no titles- just snippets)

Swing and sigh, and call and cry…
Shadowland may only be minutes away-
for the world lurches quickly-
Dear one, haste shall not carry through,
Longing and yearning,
and weeping and missing makes the beating vessel weak;
No prosper
No glee.
Only renting grief.


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