The Shape of Leaving
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Within these pages softly dwell The things the world forgets too soon: Small hands, dim halls, old lullabies, And dust asleep in quiet rooms. Here sorrow blooms with tender light. Here lonely hearts still dare believe That love leaves warmth on earthly things Long after those we love must leave. Here candles burn through storm and grief. Here, winter windows softly shine. Here, even broken, weary souls May find some small and trembling light. So if thy soul hath ever ache'd For vanished voices, lost embrace, Come wander through these fragile poems And rest awhile inside their grace.
Within these pages softly dwell The things the world forgets too soon: Small hands, dim halls, old lullabies, And dust asleep in quiet rooms. Here sorrow blooms with tender light. Here lonely hearts still dare believe That love leaves warmth on earthly things Long after those we love must leave. Here candles burn through storm and grief. Here, winter windows softly shine. Here, even broken, weary souls May find some small and trembling light. So if thy soul hath ever ache'd For vanished voices, lost embrace, Come wander through these fragile poems And rest awhile inside their grace.
AmazonPages: 198, Paperback, Independently published
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