don't think I understand it, but it makes me think of an old forgotten building and forgotten lives
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The Eclectic Pen - The Clavichord
By: Joanne S. (Jorusha) + 12 more
Date Submitted: 8/12/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 30
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| Echoes from another tomb- Voices from another room- Whispers from another womb. Beauty light as sunlit dust Sifts and falls and does not touch, Patterns drawn on a bare floor, No one walks there any more. |
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