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Stop.
my soul wants to say.
But words have escaped with my heart.
My heart beats no stronger than distant wings
mourning the day with a song.
They dance with my soul as it goes up to mute skies.
They squawk at tears dead on my eye.
Ushers, they are
of lost, wandering days.
Sending back my heart
when I'm afraid.
nice...this has a great flow to it of imagery, looping back to that heart...also like the dance of my soul....very well done...
ReplyDeletei love those distant wings that dance with the soul... and how the circle closes back to the heart..nice
ReplyDelete"Ushers, they are
ReplyDeleteof lost, wandering days.
Sending back my heart
when I'm afraid."
Is a wonderful end, excellent!
Stop.
ReplyDeletemy soul wants to say.
But words have escaped with my heart.
This would have been good by itself, but the last stanza really clinched it for me.
Nice write !
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