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. . of rags and silence . .
By NikesRain
faith is a luxury
fast to fall to weight
of the
day
the mind
fates whim
the world
too many stars
and an empty bag of wishes
love and breathing
wolfsbane and monkshood
with you
for me
a
slow sleep
silk turning to cotton
in the silence
what's
left
when i wake
a pauper
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Copyright 2012 NikesRain
Author's Note:
.... and so it goesComments on ". . of rags and silence . . "
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On Monday, August 13, 2012, Vulture
(61)
wrote:
A pauper. still beautiful in rags. your riches your mind and I am jealous of that gem more than anything else.
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On Thursday, June 28, 2012, Alchemist
(688) wrote:
What's left when I wake a pauper I love that line.
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A former member wrote:
The simplicity in your words speak volumes...yet abstract enough to make the brain wander. Eye-catching title for me...two very ubiquitous things, rags & silence. I like the reference to seemingly willful breathing of the poison, as we so often do, with our empty bags of wishes. Thank you for the heart, mind, & soul in this, Doe. Always love to read your words :)
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On Tuesday, May 29, 2012, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
,,,this speaks of the loss of hope as well as faith...walk away from what depresses you & walk into what makes you joyful...
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On Tuesday, May 29, 2012, OLd SouL
(734) wrote:
'too many stars and an empty bag of wishes" :( Doe you kill me. *bear hugs*
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