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A verse's promise , to meet me
where pain falls asleep
within drowning veins
where a yellow moon
reaches the zenith
where day still asea
where night a distant shore
where neither dark
nor luminous
where the body chokes
where the soul breathes
A verse's promise,
I will meet you.
I still miss you, Mamma.
July 20 2005, 09:59:16 UTC 6 years ago
where the hand reached out holds you
A verse's promise,
you are with me.
July 21 2005, 10:09:10 UTC 6 years ago
She's gone where Mamma's go - to a place of bliss without us brats.
Now or later - death is part of the life covenant.
I'm with you.