PoeGirl
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my sparrow
Sing to me my sparrow
sing my little sparrow
take away my grief
take away my sorrow
let me hear your melody
instead of words of hate
sing to me my sparrow
before it is too late
I'm slowly fading away
grip me with your song
sing my little sparrow
my pain won't last long
sing my little sparrow
(repeat)
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Welcome to my hell
my field of bloody roses
always bound to be a thorn
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8/28/2003, 7:46 am
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wanderingsoul
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Re: my sparrow
Very much like something I wrote when I was around 15, though yours is better. It is an instinct in humans to seek nature when things in our heads get too loud. We walk in the woods, stare out at the ocean, listen to the birds sing. We seek tranquility when we are in the midst of turmoil. We can, for a while, lose ourselves in the sparrow's song--sweet and innocent. And we wish we could stay lost in it.
Your poem brings this to focus. I always like your poems, this is no exception.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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9/8/2003, 2:56 pm
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