Footprints

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'll leave this one to your personal interpretation

Submitted: April 24, 2007

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On a night of articulate beauty,

A shadow of what has been lingers

Seemingly without cruelty.

A night for the music of dead singers

 

A still form resides on the edge,

Haltingly starts to sway in ripples of movement.

Framed against the darkness of a hedge

Is a figure made for improvement.

 

Dreams dance around a head

Shrouded in gold

Of things that will be dead

On the morrow new dreams are foretold.

 

Silent as the whispers of the trees

Is the anguished cry of a spirit lost

Slowly haltingly she sinks to her knees.

The price to pay is too great a cost.

 

Dawn breaks on the horizon

I'ts gold fingers seek the land

A figure still riddled with sin,

Walks alone leaving footprints in the sand.


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