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[title] => Life Passed
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[hometext] => The story a dying woman returning to the place she had always felt union with.I guess we all have a spiritual home somewhere out there
[bodytext] => Back home again, though home it had never been in the physical Yet always in the spiritual since the very first time Something about here,the land of whitewashed houses that haunted memory Where gulls dipped low in perfect skies that could easily have been painted by the artist's brush The ideal canvas on which to give her time its full stop The first time, as a young woman she had bathed in the calm of early morning sea Waked barefoot over sand dunes to the dying of the sun Now dying too her final wish fulfilled, the wanderer returned Contrasting fortunes, a place unchanged by passing days To a face changed older, accepting fate with arms wide open Death was to be, stage now set for the last curtain call The finale of life, here the heart would lay to sleep Over the pines her spirit could soar, rise like an eagle Float with ease over sundappled sails of passing ships By harbour lanterns pass unnoticed through wandering crowds Breath was more shallow now, gasping at times Sleep like the spin of a roulette wheel, chance to re-awake As the still of night descended, gentle breezes swept the room By morning empty silence stood, life passed [comments] => 5 [counter] => 313 [topic] => 32 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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