Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

This is the moment to breathe free
To turn your eyes above
The birds are flying in the sun
Why miss their gloried run?
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Our minutes and our hours
Weave threads of many dyes
Some yarns so tightly knotted
They cannot be untied
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Time came when hidden knots
dark secrets clogged in clots
arose from rotting cots
revealing feudal plots
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Ah, the stories of the glories
challenges of mortal men
striving, driving, ever onward
even as the flame descends
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My life has seen so many starts
completing but a few
so many dreams still to unfold
and hopes to rise anew
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The day wears down its hours
the shadows lengthen now
the sounds of laughter ebbing
as mothers hush their kids
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She no longer decorates her door
she is quieter now
this dancer of yore
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A woman of grace
came to my place
red eyes filled with fog
lips pursed on smooth face
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The strait gate is hidden
as brambles 'round thrive
but when it is found
there's no need to strive
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I dreamed I was a little bird
thrown to the winds of chance
a timid sparrow flitting 'bout
much too afraid to dance
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