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She sits, alone.
Singing softly,
a song no one was supposed to hear.
But I heard.
"I stand outside my child, and greet the rising moon
but one night
the moon will rise
and shine it's light, upon my grave
and you will feel me smiling
from deep within the earth"
It's tune is not solemn
nor is it jaunty
amelodic,
hypnotic
it makes me fall into sleep
He chop's softly,
cutting carrots quietly,
for tonight's dinner.
Pouring them into the
black, William Sonoma pot,
the Chicken Stock burbling quietly
I watch through the window
Rosemary falling into the pot
like Mozart's quarter notes onto a page.
and I,
fall asleep,
dreaming softly
of a song,
and a meal
- Title: Softly
- Artist: Lijaa11
- Description: there's not much description for this one...(I feel like I should be saying more here, but, oh well, on to the poem)
- Date: 07/19/2008
- Tags: softly dream sleep
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Hot Cutie-Sakura123 - 01/28/2009
- Food are you talking about a homeless dude
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- Lijaa11 - 07/19/2008
- what does that mean??
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- Run Miss Giggle - 07/19/2008
- jj
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