down it comes - falling like killer angels so beautiful (harps on the limbs are going)

(part XVI & a 1/2)

playing with fire
has a sound
a song
a scream
a voice gone away from the act
one may find a friend
maybe a brother found
or lover

each snowflake falling today
will runaway from where we sit sippin tea
guess this is unwelcoming to cold's white

so we listen collecting thoughts
stirring in honey spoons
golden blonde soothing
working its way in

sleep well little bees
restful little buggers

stay away frozen wind
keep away
leave them be(e)

for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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