Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

Narrow was our shelter
low its ceiling, floor
windows tiny, grainy
paint chipped off the door
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Silver pockets full
is a lovely dream
hopes and aspirations
shine in golden gleam
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An old horse plows the well worn path
in rows where seeds are sown
slow, heavy footsteps bear the weight
from sweat and years of groans
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Guide me Lord and light my path
As I walk this road
Bless my thoughts with sights and sounds
Sky signs to decode
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The truth comes out
in the later of the late hours
when there is no traffic hum
no talk or chirping of birds
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A friend was fading with old age
whose potted palm had seen bright days
was now enmeshed with webs of time
that drag life down in slow malaise
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'Staatenlos' they called us
a group without a land
nowhere to rest or settle
from liberty long banned
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Last night when all the lights were out
with not a soul or car about
I woke and spied a moon quite low
of orange tone with mystic glow
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Tectonic plates beneath the seas
volcanoes feared by Javanese
faults tearing rocks and earth apart
who can foretell when they will start
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People come and people go
ever changing to and fro
friendships fade or friendships grow
some we slowly come to know
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