Shirley Harrison Poems

This windy morn

has left its debris on my path
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From the south I rose

I rose safe and sound
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And all was well...

until I turned my back
on this magnificent sunset
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And just like every single dream
I've ever dreamt of you ends
unfortunately I wake up
a sobering feeling when I open my eyes
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It is true we all speak of love

but is it just a few
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So Raven came, once more to me

and whispered softly and gently
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Hope
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Carrying my grief
is like having a broken rib
the very moment I forget
and find myself laughing...
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He turned to me

and in his sweet soft voice
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Si voltò verso di me

e con la sua dolce voce soave
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