10 August 2011
Farewell
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And as the wind like a banshee blew
Wailing along with my spirit that flew
Across heathen lands that I once knew
In tense of a past as you and I acknew
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And shrill came the lone seagull’s mew
Lost in the mind’s eye, such lonely view
My spirit so free you would see askew
You would to your mind my mind hew
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The seeds of memory in time slow grew
But I boil no wrath and no hate can brew
Find ye in my truth something too new
That it with hasty hand to my tomb slew?
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Of mellow fragrances I hold but a few
The kiss of a tear in some morning dew
The birth of a raindrop growing anew
A lurch in the heart as I bid you adieu
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Yes, someone very talented made that one and it was available on a free site. I found it very appropriate. Thanks for liking the poem. I visited your site and read the Tale of a traded little girl, very nicely written and so true of these times
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thats a really chilling picture… and the poem is very good as well.. 🙂
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