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There's a star gone Nova Blazing in its death Somewhere there's a baby Taking her first breath There's a tree that's just been felled By a lightning bolt It's burning There's a man Who loves a lass Weeping for his yearning There is a mountain rising up Beneath the ocean's depths There's a promise That was made Which was never kept There's a storm That's moving in To quench a Raging Fire There's woman who is old Burning with desire However viewed, the universe Under Nature's Veil Is very like your own true face However wan and pale The Parables, the metaphors The things that poets speak Are in the moon and sun and stars We have only to seek When our sun goes Nova When all mountains fall We will, at last, perceive our God The Ruler of us all. SøułSurvivør (C) 3/5/2018
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Nova
There's a star gone Nova Blazing in its death Somewhere there's a baby Taking her first breath There's a tree that's just been felled By a lightning bolt It's burning There's a man Who loves a lass Weeping for his yearning There is a mountain rising up Beneath the ocean's depths There's a promise That was made Which was never kept There's a storm That's moving in To quench a Raging Fire There's woman who is old Burning with desire However viewed, the universe Under Nature's Veil Is very like your own true face However wan and pale The Parables, the metaphors The things that poets speak Are in the moon and sun and stars We have only to seek When our sun goes Nova When all mountains fall We will, at last, perceive our God The Ruler of us all. SøułSurvivør (C) 3/5/2018
I am so sorry to have gone AWOL for so long. I have a lot of excuses, but none of them are sufficient. I want to spend a few days on this site so I can make up for lost time. I've been on Facebook way too much... It can be very addictive, and because of my health it's difficult for me to juggle social media. But I know a lot of my friends here don't put their poetry on Facebook. So I want to spend some days here to catch up with my poetic brothers and sisters. I've missed you terribly! Its 1:30 in the morning so I have to get some rest now. But I'll be back in the morning. I really love you.
SoulSurvivor
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
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