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| A Rose Set Free |
| Today I strode through breathtaking cold to say good-bye to a friend.... Through mottled greys and tragic plays that have been my beginning and end. Crushed dreams beneath the soles of feet like leaves scattered by the storms, Ashes in wind turning, a fire not burning which could have kept us forever warm. Remember the warming and forget the warring of the days long faded into dusk.... Bury the schemes of forsaken dreams, let them fade, disillusioned, into dust, We cannot embrace what was lost in disgrace on the day we sundered those vows, So tonight I walk humbled though hallowed halls crumbled and emotions neglected on the ground. To this crypt in silence, abandon the violence of what we feel in these days.... Won't speak of a past we knew wouldn't last though in the shadows of memories it plays, Shore the vault up with tears, seal in it the years which we will recapture no more, And look instead at what lies ahead, not what's laid to rest, dead and gone. At this grave tonight, I ponder what's right, what's wrong with things as they stand.... A farewell bit of prose, remnants of a rose given out of a love long past. Placed on the headstone of what we know is gone, forgotten by both as we leave, I turn to walk forward, brittle winds carry onward this rose with newly gifted wings. |
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| by: Donna DeVille Jagneux aka bayouhottiee |
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