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[aid] => mick
[title] => Purple Sky
[time] => 2008-02-27 11:11:20
[hometext] => A dream, intendedly, an expect for the future
[bodytext] => “Purple sky, beautiful You’re so beautiful!” Yes, that is what he had said. Long before the morning sun came up And before the evening moon appeared He was dead. Yes, that is what he had said “Purple sky, beautiful You’re so beautiful!” He did not cry She couldn’t cry. Frustrated, depressed Belated birthday cards Envelopes, all undressed She was blessed! She knew as soon as she greeted that morning sun She was blessed! She knew when she had said goodnight to the moon For she had cried One half Tear Best she’d done All those years Less than one For many nights, and before the risen sun She sat up thinking Really praying for luck Just one half Tear Would that do? Could one half tear do much? Did she have any? If so, were they locked up in ducts? No, she couldn’t sleep She had prayed she’d cry She had prayed she could cry And in her scattered short view she would sigh! But, she knew she had been blessed When that one half tear appeared And, when it fell It was so warm A heavenly morning sun I must tell That one half tear To her, was larger than the ocean Drawn from her soul, a new emotion But there were many years When she’d look up into the sky She felt like one lonely star Far away from the rest Visibly at best Now and then she’d see a small bit of purple And I can still recall How she would shout Icy, blue sky! At times I’d hear her cry, “You’re Icy, blue sky!” Sometimes She had asked me why He’d say, “Purple sky, beautiful You’re so beautiful, Each morning, each evening, You’re so beautiful, purple sky!” Her thoughts, did he lie? “Purple sky, beautiful You’re so beautiful!” And that’s what she said, shortly before she was dead That is what he had said, That is what she had said, “Purple sky, beautiful You’re so beautiful!” His soul, it is not dead! Her soul, it is not dead! In my heart I heard what he said His soul, it is not dead In my heart I heard what she said Her soul, it is not dead And to this day “Purple sky, beautiful You’re so beautiful!” That is what I now say Yes, that is what I now say Because as I once gazed up into the morning and evening sky I noticed the scattered light had changed And then it had passed through my soul Strongly showing me truths that day And so this is what I now say, “Purple sky, beautiful You are so beautiful!” He did not lie! She did not lie! “Beautiful, you’re so beautiful purple sky!” Raquel Leah DuPont Monday, 2008, January 28 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 303 [topic] => 21 [informant] => RLWildPassions [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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