poem
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The little bird watches from a gilded cage. Singing songs of sunny days, falling leaves, pouring rain. A cold wind blows the treetops, and the little bird watches. Her wings open, ready, but never does the wind lift her up. And she sings on. The gilded cage hangs in the window. I listen to the…
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When the world begins again I remember dreams of springtimes past blossoming in every petal, bright and shiny in the morning of forgotten past regret. I cry as the rain begins to fall. Gentle though the spring rain glistens, I remember. I turn away as the last flower rears its head, and to it give…
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In the moonlight a shadow loomed, growing as a pool of blackest night spilling over. A cry echoed and then one more. But silence reigned supreme. I watched, lonely, as the moon fell to the earth. I reached out one hand. I did not catch it. Through my fingers slipped the light as water falling,…
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Silent, at the river stands a man, watching, eyes cast down to the rushing water. Hours pass, and he waits hands clasped in lonely supplication. As the sun sets he turns his gaze slowly upward and the sky darkens. The breeze settles and the treetops bow almost imperceptibly. One leaf falls as a teardrop in…
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In a kingdom in the north there stands a solitary knight. He sits atop his horse high on a hill. He keeps one hand on his blade, always prepared to fight. For his king, a foe he’d swiftly kill. His free hand gently strokes the long mane of his brindle steed. A teardrop forms so…
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After the rain of evening the oceans cry. Subtly does the water stir the sand, the air fresh, cold, but ripe with the smell of tears. Drowning sailors cannot see beyond the maiden’s eye. When every bluish wave retreats back to its bed, whispers in the deep rise to greet the air. Unseen, unheard, except…
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Time goes this way and that and always with a springy step. Forward is one way now and another the next, thoughts unfurling, turning backward without warning. Waves break and rise and break again until at last all voices are silent in the chilly death of one last winter, the sand washed away to reveal…
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It stands there so tall and so quietly waiting, the lighthouse in all of its glory. But dark does it stay, its sad fate contemplating. Nobody remembers its story. Once bright shone the light pointing out at the sea. A beacon to guide weary sailors, lone captains or castaways drifting lonely, the world-weary, spent navigators.…
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A sea breeze blows carrying a sacred whisper. A voice recognizable muffled by the sound of tears falling silently. The loudest sound of all – the echo within a heart still beating with no purpose. A sea breeze blows. I give to it my last promise. Remember I am always here. Ever searching on the…
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When first I saw him, I was a young man, no more than twenty and three. He said she left me because of my past. Her future lay not with me. I asked for salvation, and he replied, “With me now you must surely stand.” He gave me a blade that I pressed to my…