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They Listen
Contributed by
softerware
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Saturday, 4th June 2016 @ 09:32:17 AM in AEST
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Speak of all the good I did;
Celebrate my living;
Remember all the best of me;
With kindness and forgiving.
Huddled in the rain around
A box on velvet skirts;
The sky rolls quiet with thunder;
Beneath awaits the dirt.
I join you here in sympathy;
My gift to you, my last.
So you may shed your sorrow;
And I part with my past.
Speak as though I listen;
Take comfort and be gone;
The words meant for the living;
To life, alone belong.
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softerware
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2016-06-04 09:32:17]
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Re: They Listen
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by Invierno on
Saturday, 4th June 2016 @ 06:56:40 PM AEST
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Constructed with your usual high level of panache/'/.
A sad, regrettable, oft avoided, though inevitable aspect of life.
Well done,
Invierno
PS. Do you write epitaphs? If so, I want you for mine. |
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Re: They Listen
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 8th June 2016 @ 03:04:15 AM AEST
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| Sad, very sad. Written like a true poet. |
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Re: They Listen
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by Spike on
Friday, 6th January 2017 @ 06:02:59 PM AEST
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Very nicely done. The comfort of the dead for the living, the urge to say your peace, remember the best aspects and to let go and get on with your own living while you have it.
Going for re-read.
S. |
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