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It snows
at
sea
Quiet falls in flakes
Melting designs leave form for All
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Those who focused on the shock of shards as the phoenix
bird burst from his shell... nearly missed the sight of his holy
maiden flight... as he soared up and away.........and out of sight
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He wished no induction into the House of Lords, but only
to return home to the Home of the Lord.
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Death is the release of the bird of the heart from the cage
of time.
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Buried as they are killed, beheaded dandelions, on the scythe their green blood lyin
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All will some day even those who have coronations
leave their bodies to crematers and coroners of their nations
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Angels threw an etheric butterfly net over him.
The reverse of impaling lepidopterists, they from the body's cocoon
set his butterfly soul free from earth's room
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As bells chime when someone enters or exits a bookstore
so Spirit sometimes makes music when souls come or go
from a body
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Every River Styx is a River Phoenix, the soul either touching
down into a new and better form or returning forever to
the kingdom of ecstasy
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Angels ring silent bells, as on their way to God, cockles leave their shells
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Those who love God the most sometimes like to leave early for Home
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Home of the Lord is to R. Rohner
Phoenix Bird is to the loved ones of J C Lehman Jr
It Snows At Sea is to all those who loved Sylvia Dobkin Shriver
Saiom Shriver
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