She Always was Swept Away, Steppin' in that Same Damn River

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 07, 2018

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In the ash which kept its form
She wept plump droplets of vision
The remains of which were lost
In the dust of constant decay
None heard her cries
Yet we all saw
We all knew
For our hearts were moved in unison
We sank as she fell from her own eyes
And we rose when her patience ran thin
And we felt from afar what we could not touch:
A purpose lost without a scene.
There was nothing anyone could do
Nothing anyone could say
For how do you guide one who never listens?
Alas, no promise holds
As well as the ash which kept its form
And she returned to it time after time
’til time became without suspension


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