Yamiko
The Silent
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I'll try a sonnet...>__<
Through silent hours,
I lay awake,
Praying for powers
That I can take.
Yet the wish-granters all
Ignore my request--
And so, here, I fall,
Having not passed this test.
The wings I so cherished
Now turn dark as night,
For I have now perished
And fallen from light.
And, as I look up
To the heavens above,
I see the celestial
Beings I loved.
Fallen from grace,
I am but an angel
Torn, my own face
But a mask to be worn.
My little child with thine golden eyes,
Where, oh, where hast thou gone?
I've searched for thee thousands and thousands of times,
Yet, here I am, so alone.
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Posted 04-27-2011, 08:05 AM
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