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So far, in funerals,
Reflections lost and tender
Collapse continually in beauty
Stealing God of His essence
Now that angels have learned to weep

I always knew, one day, the skies would open
Not to take us, but to witness Heaven break away
To witness palaces sink into the oceans

Quite distant,
Seams of a hidden nature precipitate remnants of lost dreams,
Of truths within souls far too sad to understand

May I ask, who will know that you have remembered?
By chance, will destiny feel sympathy for abandoning a man?
Or will he be left to wonder....

...for so long,
Penitence has been my sincerity
Dedicated to the epiphanies of failure
A most forlorn diffidence has crippled my senses,
My will of existence
And for this, again,
I am sorry

Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2005







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On Wednesday January 26th, 2005, purr_verse (1423) writes:
Marvellous final stanza; quietly heartrending. "Penitence has been my sincerity" is excellently expressed in particular. Wonderful write.


On Wednesday January 26th, 2005, Solace (1400) writes:
Highest degree of melancholia indeed, true to your form you spin the english language into a tapestry of pain and the feeling of being alone...Truly crushing work, so much emotion, so much i find myself in awe of...


On Wednesday January 26th, 2005, Solace (1400) writes:
Rarely does an artist such as you continue along such veins of gold but it is as if you are poetry incarnate and the words spill from your mind, lost of all dross, sparkling with the eloquence that men can only dream of...


On Wednesday January 26th, 2005, Nomad (49) writes:
Rich, almost convoluted language. The first and last lines come as a bit (or bits) of a surprise.



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