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Those shadows

what difference do i make in God's fascinating plan...
playing with stars
milking away the years
if I am anything,
what am I?

Not a speck in the tide of time
not a spark in the abyss of hallow skies,
galaxies that inhabit the universe

what difference does it make to be left cold
life or dead?
to disintegrate into the soil
and become one with elements that fathered me...

if my nest grew chilled
and my arms hold themselves
in eerie silence
as I laugh in agony
at the mass ice age that flames around

...what difference do I make in God's fascinating plan?

and who cares if not
the shadows
that accompany me
in this life
bred without our consent
...their eyes flickering
as tears fly and shine
magic wonders
reflecting a reality that we cherish
and dream
in surreal hope
of a life that outlives
the morge

Shadows smile or cry,
they are real
as they speak my heart
and long for my arms
your arms,
...whom I don't know

I wish to hold

what difference would all this make in God's fascinating plan?

Ray de Bono

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Giselle said…
This is really good! well done and keep it up! I like it. It is very deep. Maybe one day you'll get an answer to your questions

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Must perish
Souring over our barren land?
Undeserving of so precious
We are!
Of so graceful

...they adorn our skies
and cry their last desperate
for the bigotry of its inhabitants
and their bizarre gods
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of smoky, petrified
as they kneel in front
of HE
whom they claim
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Must perish
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A morrow where feathers are
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Will I ponder on my days afar?
Will I yearn for your arms and cry?

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Will I despair in a lonely chill?
Will I hold your hands in mine?

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Will I close my eyes and sigh?
Will lost loved ones linger on the other side?

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