Sleep Beneath the Williow Tree, by Loneliness is condescending
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Run your fingers lightly down the dividends and time
Hollow scars bore with pried, protection from the truth
The brown rough death mirrored by a myriad of bright life
Striving to encompass and known majesty
Sunlight blocked by the life rarely filtering through the
trunk
Deep and silent screams fill the searching
And the sun sets out laying the veins in the wind apple red
leaves
Casting eerie pictures of our secrets
The echoes of which sway the shadows slowly
Growing dusk hidden life
The world will sleep it never slumbers
Dead time waiting to be brought to its knees to reach the
sky
Peace and song if only one to listen
To voices forever silent
No one hears
The crying hopes of trees
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:41:07 UTC |
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2006-04-21 18:37:10 | lost the lonely dead |
my thoughts on this one are fragmented and strewn about i dont know if i could collect them to form a real critic or anything but i do like it a lot |