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The Beautiful Weight
Paint her red with a touch of pink
Pay attention to what you think
Pinch her cheeks covered in ink
And smell her breath of icy mint
Take her hand in this empty room
Bring the band as we dance soon
In cosmic rays of sun and moon
Like a wildflower quick in bloom
Treat her ill, do her wrong
Trying to prove you’re high born
Always regard her with self-scorn
She took the road of fields of corn
Find your love, dressed in black
Walk in rush but cover your track
Don’t stop until the cloud is dark
Then pray to God, she’ll come back
You have traveled a million miles
Hoping once more to see her smile
Your feet are tired and rest awhile
As you march on the wrong aisle
When the cold breeze slowly lingers
You felt trap in the abyss of wonder
And the emptiness is an ice breaker
For the tame heart of the dreamer
All you can offer is your dried tears
Like acid rain pours through the years
Cloak yourself in madness you wear
And stand brave in front of spear
For the world will live tomorrow
To tell stories about Sleepy Hollow
A destitute soul of life borrowed
From the harvester of sorrow
Pay attention to what you think
Pinch her cheeks covered in ink
And smell her breath of icy mint
Take her hand in this empty room
Bring the band as we dance soon
In cosmic rays of sun and moon
Like a wildflower quick in bloom
Treat her ill, do her wrong
Trying to prove you’re high born
Always regard her with self-scorn
She took the road of fields of corn
Find your love, dressed in black
Walk in rush but cover your track
Don’t stop until the cloud is dark
Then pray to God, she’ll come back
You have traveled a million miles
Hoping once more to see her smile
Your feet are tired and rest awhile
As you march on the wrong aisle
When the cold breeze slowly lingers
You felt trap in the abyss of wonder
And the emptiness is an ice breaker
For the tame heart of the dreamer
All you can offer is your dried tears
Like acid rain pours through the years
Cloak yourself in madness you wear
And stand brave in front of spear
For the world will live tomorrow
To tell stories about Sleepy Hollow
A destitute soul of life borrowed
From the harvester of sorrow
Published 20th Aug 2014
| Edited 21st Aug 2014
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20th Aug 2014 3:41pm
Love(ly) done!I have read some pieces where the writer puts too much focus into rhiming words than the idea hence losing track of the message but you,you did great!
warm welcome to Dup!!!
warm welcome to Dup!!!
21st Aug 2014 8:46am
20th Aug 2014 4:51pm
This was nicely done in perfect rhyming pattern...just got confused with the use of first person in the opening lines, then shifted to a second person in the middle lines as if there were three protagonists in play.
Good read, napnau...write on, kabayan!
@EngrVV
Good read, napnau...write on, kabayan!
@EngrVV
28th Aug 2014 6:18am
28th Aug 2014 9:48am
this winds its way around the mind in such a beautifully sorrowful way, demanding the use of all five physical senses, enveloping them in rich feeling, and those of the spirit and heart as well. that last stanza... remarkable.
1st Sep 2014 1:46pm