Jesse Marasco


These Pictures Hang In My Mind. - Poem by Jesse Marasco

The ghosts in the windows,
watching the birds flying by.

You in the garden,  
watering the flowers will the tears in your eyes.

These pictures hang in my mind.
They hang in my mind,  
until the end of time.

The old poets of the fallen ages,
reciting the universe to a crowd of stones.

You in the meadow,
waltzing through the moonlight,  
where they buried their bones..

These pictures hang in my mind.
They hang in my mind,
until the end of time.

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Comments about These Pictures Hang In My Mind. by Jesse Marasco

  • Ramesh Rai (8/22/2012 11:23:00 PM)


    These pictures hang in my mind.
    They hang in my mind,
    until the end of time.
    A person having a thoughtful mind can never ignore, certainly will hang in mind. great write.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012



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