Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems
A visual maker, I hope.

Submitted: July 24, 2019

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While gliding down that last great fall

Comes the shrill voice of the Falcon’s call

And the soul reaches out for a comforting shawl

Called the Weave of the Dreamer’s Heart.

 

Not so long had the spirit fled

When the chilling cold crossed the bed

And the lingering feeling quickly fled

To those places where souls depart.

 

Ah, but alas, ‘tis a place of wonder

And every heart has thought it blunder

When the shawl of the living, remnants tore,

Replaced by the warmth of the Dreamer’s Heart.

 

 

JE Falcon

07-24-2019


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