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In the castles black with dawning broken vessels hold the light where the vassels stand a'yawning woken by the dead of night Songs to aging children, come aging children I am one! Where the flowers wither rhythm where the rhymes are drops of dust metered moonbeams lie within them in their melodies we trust Songs to aging children, come aging children I am one! Can we only see the lanterns lit for us by frosty dew? Can we yet hear all the patterns colors bled for me and you? Songs to aging children, come aging children I AM ONE! SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) September 25, 2014 - REPOST -
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Songs to Aging Children, Come
In the castles black with dawning broken vessels hold the light where the vassels stand a'yawning woken by the dead of night Songs to aging children, come aging children I am one! Where the flowers wither rhythm where the rhymes are drops of dust metered moonbeams lie within them in their melodies we trust Songs to aging children, come aging children I am one! Can we only see the lanterns lit for us by frosty dew? Can we yet hear all the patterns colors bled for me and you? Songs to aging children, come aging children I AM ONE! SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) September 25, 2014 - REPOST -
Based on a song by Joni Mitchell I strongly suggest getting it up on YouTube "Songs to Aging Children, Come" a more hauntingly beautiful piece of music has scarcely been written
#beautiful#children#haunting#aging#soulful#hellopoetry107
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
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