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Red Ribbon copyright 1997

Red Ribbon

All these things,
I wish mine,
Watch them float, go on by.

Do you know,
Where they go,
On a red, ribbon bow.

Full of stars,
Drawing near,
Getting away, is my fear.

With the light,
Morning dew,
Glisten from night, seen by few.

Radiant glow ,
For the dawn,
On its’ own, no ones’ pawn.

Hear the cries,
As they fall,
Deaf ears pressed, to Hallowed walls.

Feeling death,
In all its’ humor,
Laugh at life’s silly rumor.

From the edge,
Of the black,
Something draws them gently back

Or is that white,
That you see,
Over there.


 

 

 

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