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The tangled sadness of souls lost 
Between Heaven and Earth, 
Eternally on their way, 
Lifting upwards, 
Only to feel the ground’s pull, 
The unseen ropes. 
Trapped in intermediation. 

They have left us without leaving, 
Departed without arriving, 
No sweet Lethe for them, 
No afterlife among ethereal 
Beauties bathed in eternal light, 
No rest in a perfect balance, 
Outside the toss of seasons. 

So this is purgatory, 
This hell of a half-way house. 
Stretched out in an 
Agony of elongation, 
We can sometimes see them 
In the wriggle of smoke 
In striated clouds. 
They are the larks, perhaps, 
That dive into the sky and climb 
Until their frightened tiny frantic panic 
Sends them spiralling down 

To the thin air over the cruel stubble 
Of dead wheat. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 2/8/2011 3:10:00 PM
Please enter this in my free verse contest! Light & Love
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Date: 10/12/2009 10:20:00 AM
wowser! excellent write! to my fav's favorite lines are"Agony of elongation' 'They have left us without leaving, Departed without arriving..keep writing! Light & Love
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Date: 9/19/2009 6:11:00 AM
Interesting topic. Keep writing. Sara
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