paradisoA Poem by Lady Lazarus.betook to the loneliness this little prince made of gold maybe the calling....will come the fixed stars too slow to smile dance round the boy settle the child within maybe the calling...will come the most courteous lady made the fear fly free bliss in his eyes kissed feet in moss maybe the calling...will come seeds in her chest rooted and bloomed tangled round oak the clinging cries maybe the calling...will come maybe the calling that the muted pursuit maybe the call can't be heard.... ....cant... can't be heard at all © 2010 Lady Lazarus.Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on May 23, 2010 Last Updated on May 23, 2010 AuthorLady Lazarus.glasgow, United KingdomAbout'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..Writing
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