Miriana Serle Poems

Beyond my touch,
Beyond ones reach.
Beyond known,
And Beyond words.
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The ticking of the clock,
That sits quite steady on the wall.
The crackling noise of burning wood,
The pot of water on our cottage stove.
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The pictures taken,
The memories saved.
The pictures still unframed,
The memories split.
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Butterfly,
You fly high.
Over the greenest trees tops,
Into the big blue sky.
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