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Clouds A Tangle Web
Contributed by
Walt
on
Thursday, 25th March 2004 @ 05:04:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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Clouds burn forth a tangle web
It is the angels that are dead
No sound flows from the sky
Earth is swelled with water deep
Serpents roam the tired sleep
Water turns sludge a microbe
Out of nothing so it be a word
A small frail winging bird
From death there sings hope
Heavens erupt one stands above
He is the only word for love
Angels now fly bye to honnor
Serpent raises his ugly head
Squished underfoot but not dead
A flaming hell he will not rest
If one is two and two are three
What part of all earth is we
Hard to understand just a man
Son fills my mind another place
Before all was measured Grace
Some day I will finally understand
Copyright ©
Walt
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2004-03-25 17:04:08]
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Re: Clouds A Tangle Web
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by Kie on
Thursday, 25th March 2004 @ 08:04:38 PM AEST
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| I am not sure I understood this poem but it had some great stanzas and thoughts within it. I thought it was written quite well. Kie |
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