A passing memory
And at the rising of the moon a snowflake fell to ground
A solitary crystal tear it be
Wafting on a cold north wind dancing round and round
And softly came to land now upon me
It fell upon my upturned cheek a symmetry of grace
Vaporising in it's gentle touch
A tear from heaven to remind me my mothers lovely face
That gentle soul whom I still miss so much.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-19 at 10:11
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The Snowflake
The SnowflakeAnd at the rising of the moon a snowflake fell to ground
A solitary crystal tear it be
Wafting on a cold north wind dancing round and round
And softly came to land now upon me
It fell upon my upturned cheek a symmetry of grace
Vaporising in it's gentle touch
A tear from heaven to remind me my mothers lovely face
That gentle soul whom I still miss so much.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
Read 678 times
Written on 2005-10-19 at 10:11
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