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The treshold of words
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A slow buried fervor
hollows in my heart’s wound
slips my pen forward
in the haste of my moods
I carry the grief from inside
as the mourning
feels stained in my soul’s tide
Friendships have flown away
through the winds
scattered too thin
An old blown marriage
bleeding in salted tears
as I leave the stage
Freed in their wings
my small angels fly
towards their own sky
My shell passes in the grind
even if I don’t want to unwind
I’ll write again
at the threshhold of pain
I write these words alone
an appeasement to my aging bones
Copyright ©2005 Johanne Farmer
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