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At The End

This is the flower Which you lay upon, And this is the vase Which I put it in, These are my thoughts for tomorrow, Here are your clothes, Take them. This is the tree Of the winter leaf, And this the train That won't stand still, These are my fingers bitterly cold, Here is your heart, Thankyou. This is the castle, And this the rock, This is the river That can't be crossed, This is a jar and there are the tears, Here is a clock To count the years. This is a picture, And there's the sun, This is a pillow To pray upon, These are the stones that cross the sea, There is your future, Leave.
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Written by
bill-higham
Australian
Published
Apr 6, 2016
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