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Angela Jacobs Poem
A thousand sighs whisper
Across the starry night.
An echo unreachable
Like a snowflake lost from sight.
Awakens a longing, that internal beat,
an ancient music tuned, to the
shimmering of the desert heat.
Turning ten thousand pages
Upon waveless shores,
weeping each moment of
time missed of the passing ages.
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Copyright © Angela Jacobs | Year Posted 2018
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Angela Jacobs Poem
Let love not be a flower that blooms amid the lonely night,
Eyes that hath much beauty see beyond the shadow'd sight.
After all time is not and night is day
And we are one,
yet the starry veil still hides the way.
For silence fills the open spaces
That ticks the clock eons of time,
Seasons like a million faces
Fill the night sky each
a tune, a lament in birdsong.
Copyright © Angela Jacobs | Year Posted 2018
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