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the murder of crows is a stark contrast to the flock of angels above them

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
as i think back
to the mornings where the dust particles
were slowly waltzing in the sunlight
shot through the windows
in our house
like out-of-place snowflakes
each searching for fingers
to reveal a print
the tears gather in my eyes
because it's the little things
about our time together that
i'll remember the most
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    walden freeman wrote:
    as i think back
    to the mornings where the dust particles
    were slowly waltzing in the sunlight
    shot through the windows
    in our house
    like out-of-place snowflakes
    each searching for fingers
    to reveal a print
    the tears gather in my eyes
    because it's the little things
    about our time together that
    i'll remember the most

    love it.
    love it.
    love it.
    and love the title.
    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
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    walden freeman wrote:
    as i think back
    to the mornings where the dust particles
    were slowly waltzing in the sunlight
    shot through the windows
    in our house
    like out-of-place snowflakes
    each searching for fingers
    to reveal a print
    the tears gather in my eyes
    because it's the little things
    about our time together that
    i'll remember the most

    This one is really lovely. :)
    &&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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