Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

There was a time when mountains
seemed like a cinch to climb
romantic offers proffered
I did not then decline
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The songs and psalms of ancient times
still sound as years go by
the music from those sacred rhymes
still echoes in the sky
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A time there is for cellar dampness
dank walls of mold in mildewed veils
there is a time for flags and banners
and caravels with gloried sails
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I've lived in very many rooms
some fancy, some austere
but in the end abandoned them
for other homes more dear
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There is a land of stones and oaks
and windy Baltic weather
of fishermen and farming folk
who love to sing together
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The one who makes electrons spin
and rules each proton's endless course
will he yet offer mercy's cloak
and with unswerving hand enforce
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Some things are unsearchable
some waters unfathomable
some wisdoms unknowable
some visions unimaginable
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The seas are rich with living things
and creatures of all kinds
an endless bounty waits below
and those who seek may find
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If you love something
will you show it?
If you are thankful
who will know it?
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Where does the rambling seashore end
why are some paths too straight to bend

where do cloud pillows learn to blend
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