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My Heart (Free verse) by unouluvme And she is buried there,
beneath the wooden wind chimes
that (when the breeze comes)
jingle with a
deep sorrowful ring,
the melody of the xylophones
that sings me to sleep at night.
Up the ladder:
Mist
Down the ladder:
And She Came Back
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Posted: January 1, 2007 12:16 AM PST; Last modified: January 1, 2007 12:16 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.928861 Overall Rank: 9210 Comments:
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Dovina @ 75.82.85.162
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1-Jan-07/11:56 AM
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The title seems distant from the subject, makes me wonder who or what is buried.
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