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Ravens circle in the sky above Dark images cast upon the snow I sit on a cold bench in the garden Waiting Snow falls like white dust He said he would be here In this garden of thorns and rose hips This garden of skeleton sticks And blood red berries Tassels on my wool cap from Finland Sway in the icy wind A grey heavy sky above Ravens dive towards the sea Ominous signs Waiting in this decaying garden A very old man sits next to me His white beard covered with snow He isn't coming, the old man says My body dead to words Don't you know? the old one whispers Don't you know?
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
Dark Shadows on Snow
Ravens circle in the sky above Dark images cast upon the snow I sit on a cold bench in the garden Waiting Snow falls like white dust He said he would be here In this garden of thorns and rose hips This garden of skeleton sticks And blood red berries Tassels on my wool cap from Finland Sway in the icy wind A grey heavy sky above Ravens dive towards the sea Ominous signs Waiting in this decaying garden A very old man sits next to me His white beard covered with snow He isn't coming, the old man says My body dead to words Don't you know? the old one whispers Don't you know?
KDysonCOLBY@2010
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kathleen-myra-colby
German
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
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