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My Fallen
Contributed by
Aran_Tera
on
Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 06:58:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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No weapon save for me A thought that should not be A prideful shameful mind Where grace met its demise.
Rain fell like drops of gold Into a silver bowl Just like the tears I tried To hide behind my eyes.
No words need be spoken I know now what Id awoken My thoughts turn now to beauty Grace that left too swiftly.
My fallen scarlet ibis The tranquil center I miss A rare and glorious thing More tender than first spring.
Looking back its all too hard I wish now that I could guard That gift Id never loved At the price that it deserved.
The guilt will never leave But I will never be alone For my fallen scarlet ibis Will eer lead me home.
Copyright ©
Aran_Tera
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2004-02-04 18:58:01] (Date/Time posted on
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