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splinter Her
Contributed by
ming
on
Friday, 2nd October 2015 @ 06:02:58 PM in AEST
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where are wild
things?
where the birdsong
promise?
where are my secret
poems?
but...improbable
light does twinkle
so let's stir up the hunger
the hunger the hunger
can I speak sparkle?
can you? do you search
for the pale prophet's
eyes? nowhere. nowhere?
nowhere. the flowers
are wilted. the trees
do look dead
the silence feels
like peace poking ideas
between the darkness
and the light sighing
and maybe returning
home.
Copyright ©
ming
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2015-10-02 18:02:58]
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Re: splinter Her
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by Invierno on
Friday, 2nd October 2015 @ 10:40:58 PM AEST
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This a sublime piece of magic. I could go on, but don't want to spoil it.
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Re: splinter Her
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 3rd October 2015 @ 01:31:40 PM AEST
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| The wild things are subdued. The birdsong promise is always there, beneath the madness. Poems are never secret, or they are not poems. Yes, improbable like does twinkle, so speak and sparkle as the hunger rises. Yes, I've looked for the pale prophet, but he becomes dimmer the more I look. The trees and the flowers are never wilted; they are the only hope, and such peace is hope itself. The light will come home, we all have to believe that. For Jen, and you . |
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