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My body is a cross
Filled with earnest piety
My body is an old-man clock
It ticks away idly

My heart is burning fire
Coals of black but red
My heart is wrapped in wire
Enclosed and never fed

My soul is scattered dust
Tiny specks of dust
My soul is but a memory
The earth now holds in trust

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 8/21/2014 8:14:00 PM
nice.
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Date: 8/18/2014 11:42:00 AM
This is such a beautiful, powerful, inspirational write that I truly enjoyed. A warm welcome to PoetrySoup, my friend. Best wishes and happy writings! Pandita
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Kurdt Cohen
Date: 8/22/2014 4:25:00 AM
Thank you so much..