Silent whispers of what was,
Leaves falling down because...
Everything has a eventual end
And back to its beginnings, it must descend.
In the beginning we are all the same.
Transferred energy, ours to claim.
Just what it becomes we can not choose.
Trees or humans, win or lose.
And once that energy has taken its place,
And continues on in the living race.
Then it will return once again.
Back to its roots, to the start of the chain.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, Knowing at last how you got there, and say I own...
I was talking to death and he told me how everyone came to him for all the wrong reasons. They went for an escape from all the pain and suffering they called their life.
I feel as if I'm fading, My shadow only a shading. That my purpose has gone, That my presence is wrong. My arms have turned invisible... Being unseen is miserable. But I no longer exist...
In these visionary clouds, see I Bereft of flesh and blood, just My soul, spiralling through droplets of Rain and sleet and ice and cold winds Blow me east and west and south And north to a new...
Salty breath of the oceans spray, Forever breathing, night and day, The land may envy the oceans flow, While the water..well...you know.
The robin had its red-breast The partridge had its tree The starling raised it's yellow beak To spare a thought for me.
Take this kiss upon the brow.
Feel the cool drops. As they touch our skin. How they dampen our clothes. And make them stick. Refreshing drops of water fall. From heavy clouds who wait to burst. See before you feel.
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