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Like A Stranger Bringing Bad News

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Too many mornings 
dressing in darkness
the heart heals over, 
growing cold and forgotten
like a tomb stone
in neglected woods.
The courtyard birds 
leave their nests,
the winter world 
driving its long shadows
across the tall grass,
looming like a stranger at the gate
then crossing the lawn,
climbing the step
and rapping the door.

◄ The Living & The Dead

Spring Comes ►

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<Deleted User> (6315)

Thu 4th Aug 2011 15:01

ohhhhh...I geddit now! :)

actually though I rather like the idea of wrapping the door!

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 3rd Aug 2011 07:31

There's a feeling of stillness in the repetition of life carrying on but an awful feeling of doom lurking. I think this is really good! Nice to have you posting - it's been a while. x

<Deleted User> (6315)

Tue 2nd Aug 2011 23:39

great although sad words..

I want a last line though!!...and wrapping the door in what?..(that is me being greedy)



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