Ramblings and Paintings of a Mystic Wanderer

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One morning....

One morning

she did not wake up

there was no bird song

the moon had not left the sky

and the sun refused to shine

she opened her eyes and saw

nothing at first

then a riot of light bright

flashes of color speaking

sounds in crystal beats

she heard

clear as church bells

ringing

for a funeral

Posted December 14, 2010 by oshum