Poems given to me while spillin' tea on my keyboard, often get dropped here for the benefit of humanity and my own hubris.
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Weaving without wings
Hanging by her craft
Spinning a shining shroud
Of beauty and death
Catching the soul spirit
Of one who went before
Recycling the buzzing life
Opening the last door
Catching the moon’s dew
Like diamonds in the air
Catching the first rays
Of the Sun’s golden hair
Catching two blue eyes
Of one who wants to see.
© 1998-2005, Howard Abrams • Except where otherwise noted, all original content is licensed under a Creative Commons License (see details).
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