Rebecca Stansfield


Rebecca Stansfield Poems

161. Eagles Flying Couldn'T Have Taught Me More 10/12/2011
162. Sad 10/12/2011
163. They Liked It 10/12/2011
164. The Winter Does Not Cool Us Down! 10/12/2011
165. 1 10/12/2011
166. Prettier 10/12/2011
167. What Was A Cube Of Ice To You? 11/27/2011
168. And I Think That I'M In Love With You 11/27/2011
169. Senses 11/27/2011
170. River Of Missions 11/27/2011
171. Applying All Appliances 11/27/2011
172. Brussels 11/27/2011
173. Lowe 11/27/2011
174. Lack Of Space 12/3/2011
175. When (Lives Of Love) 12/3/2011
176. Play 12/3/2011
177. Nature 12/3/2011
178. The Becoming 12/3/2011
179. Violent Violet 12/5/2011
180. Laying In By Nature 5/31/2012
181. The Wing, Balance In, In Time 5/31/2012
182. The Serenity Line 5/31/2012
183. If I Only Knew 5/31/2012
184. Colours 5/31/2012
185. Fire Is A Thrill 11/27/2011
186. Who's To Worry? 10/12/2011
187. Life 7/21/2011
188. The Schools Library Holds No Books For Us. 10/12/2011
189. What Happens When I Cry 7/18/2011
190. Tornadoes 10/12/2011
191. The Kind Of Day When Violins Play 7/22/2011
192. Which Day? 11/27/2011
193. Waiting, Is Love. 8/18/2011

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The Kind Of Day When Violins Play

Clouds made up of sounds of violins, the white clouds that seldom move, if you stare for days.
The birds that never seem to look angry, even as the crows, eat their own friendships.
The kind of day when the sky, looks like a flying ocean, and you want to jump up into it, not realising that you cannot fly upside down.
When the monsoon is barley a problem, because you like the look of the rain anyway, because it looks like sunrays, sunrays from the sky.
The kind of day when the trees hardly seem to sway, even if there was a tornado, you'd refuse to run away.
And the crickets that ...

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W.H

My mind is sober now, Heathcliffe
After what you have taught me
Go back on track across the moor
And leave my new life be

No I will not look out of the window
To watch you departure leave
I know you think that I have changed
That I can't cry nor grieve

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