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Gray Solace

By sivyoci

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

if you see through my gray all the mysteries would be found a trail of smoky rays, rising from my soul flowing into space where only answers ring loud like church bells resonating outward, calling everyone, or only me leading me to find an angel in the sanctuary, I will keep her close she can be my companion and tell me to have faith as if singing hymns, over and over and in saying that in my grayness life is a shower of sun live and you will learn that all you feel and all it pertains to is known as a glittering gift and it will be held always by the soul you reflect onto and it will be rememberedfeelings of not being heard, understood, felt...where do we find solace? Written October 10th, 2001 © on Oct 10 2001 01:56 AM PST   18 • 0 • 13

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