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by Anne Moore Apr 8, 2019 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Among thousands of ordinary people You’re the only thing I notice You’re the one I choose You are one of thousands of minds Like a rainbow Hidden in the dark skies Messages accumulated swirling in your brain A small part of her hidden within your soul A boy and a heart Are one A boy and a heart and a brain Are one You seem to not know which to prefer, The beauty of intellect Or the beauty of lust, The girl sings Or maybe you just hear her cries Leaves fill the cold ground With little traps The girl walked slow Pacing to and fro. The mood Showed upon the ground An anxious cause Oh boys of today, Why do you only imagine shopworn ladies? Do you not see the genuine hearts That beat in the chests Of the women about you? You know no bounds And lucid, terrible nightmares; But she knows, too, That you are involved That I know. She disappeared into the darkness Her shadowing words where the only thing that marked her absence In the rectangular box that was not hers At the sight of her Hanging in the morning light Even the goddess of blessed death Cried out sharply She rode through her town In a wooden case Once, a fear pierced her, In that she mistook The shadow of her soul For the angel of death The tears are flowing The girl must be lowering It was night all morning. It was mournful And it was going to rain The young girl sat In the willow-limbs