My Coffin...

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My Coffin... **************************************************************** Cold frail fingers returning me from my coffin; Through the webbed page of a winter season. I desire those eyes of eternity looking at me, Seeking absolute sub-conscious reason. I am coming out; Breaking free from confinement. I will be myself. Who will be Desire found searching inwards? With self-development; I see lifetimes within. Only those who stay awhile can answer. It will be you and I peering through our sin. A wooden window For which I can see my light. To us we are right. S.S.Snapp ~12/20/00~ *********************************************************************** Author's Note: This style I used is integrated... A mixture of stanzas & Haiku's... Thank you for stopping by...I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of my mind... Written December 20th, 2000 © on Dec 11 2001 03:30 AM PST 0 • 13

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