stonedsour's Diaryland Diary

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A Time For Sleep

Fair skinned woman,alabaster skin
Sits upon the hillside,during twilight hours
Playing her flute,made of Jade and Ivory
Soft melody,echos through dark thick trees then back again

With latern nearby she rest upon a fallen trunk of Oak
Watching the sun rise,after a long night tending to her flock of sheep
The sparkle of colors reflecting from a stream,leaving thoughts imprinted
Of her long lost love,her heart aching to be set free of the love she has for him

As the chilled air becomes hazy,she returns to daily routine
Only to return to the hillside,to pray up to the Heavens to be set free
Tending her flock of sheep,and weep for her lost love through a song

10:18 a.m. - 2005-10-14

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