Lachesis Poems - Poems about Lachesis

... If I should wake to live another day my soul would surely burst with boundless joy. On pious knee I would fervently pray, repentant soul would actively deploy. A full day of blessèd atonement w......

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...A life cut after time alive and errors made and lessons from sisters: acceptance from Clotho - a hand in weaving birth; aware from Lachesis that life is a wonder.......

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...Part 2 - " Lily" / Kate Bush https://youtu.be/MWaqPOnR5wU "The Red Shoes" 3 Pieces of Paper A Line, A Cross, ......

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... “Liminal” At the threshold point where rite of passage holds a pearl hierarchy is reversed within the realm of ambiguity Girl into Woma......

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...Lost in the desert at night, a maze of stairs reveals the myth. Neon sign, beside a paan-red smile, pairs-- revealing the myth. Clotho has ringlets, Lachesis slanted eyes, Aisa laugh lines, Wea......

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...Oh Luna, with enchantment in night sky… You gaze down from above with silver eye. I fondly view your phases night by night Enjoying most when you are filled with light. To find your bright refl......

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...Walking the line… as dancers in life Stepping gingerly avoiding strife Step by step not looking left or right up or down Eyes fixed upon living life’s line -- Played out by Klotho— Measured by......

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... The mythical fates had a dubious task Sewing the cloth of life for men “How did that work?” you ask Well, get three sisters who sew Give each one a specific job. When done, down the tu......

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...Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped By three dainty pairs of deft hands To weave the cold words of life's fickle script. Clotho spins life with a valiant grip, Her spindle ablaze with ......

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...Letters To Her Car I used to get up in the mid of winter before she would leave for work And there on the frost laced windows of her car, is where I would leave my mark I’d tell her about the ......

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...Obscured stood I, absconding the realm of dreams Began my search, for neither messiah nor elf Looked through my heart, into eyes umpteen Probed for thy mirror, in hunt for myself. Wandered the ......

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