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Array ( [sid] => 49426 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Shadow in The Window [time] => 2004-05-28 01:37:24 [hometext] => [bodytext] => SHADOW IN THE WINDOW


A shadow in the window, blinds closed tight
She hides within the darkness, the darkness of life
Shows no emotion when someone comes around
Recognizes no one and utters not a sound
Picture frames all empty no faces will you see
As to where she came from or who that she may be
A small bouquet of flowers lay dried upon a stand
And a small and torn bible with indents from her hand
The town folks say she’s crazy, crazy as can be
But maybe there was something that they just didn’t see
For you’d always hear her crying she’d weep throughout the night
As she walked there in the stillness and the coldness of the night
She wraps her coat around her when the cold winds blow
Searching the lonely streets yet no where to go
Streets now empty no one can be found
Except for this lady that roams throughout our town
I found her with her bible she held it in her hand
I thought that I could help her but she had other plans
You’ll never see her walking or hear her cries at night
Her weeping now is silent as she took her life last night
Oh who was that lady that lived within our town?
Walked the streets at midnight and stayed out till dawn

Written By
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
Copyrights ©
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Shadow in The Window

Contributed by freespirit on Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 01:37:24 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



SHADOW IN THE WINDOW


A shadow in the window, blinds closed tight
She hides within the darkness, the darkness of life
Shows no emotion when someone comes around
Recognizes no one and utters not a sound
Picture frames all empty no faces will you see
As to where she came from or who that she may be
A small bouquet of flowers lay dried upon a stand
And a small and torn bible with indents from her hand
The town folks say she’s crazy, crazy as can be
But maybe there was something that they just didn’t see
For you’d always hear her crying she’d weep throughout the night
As she walked there in the stillness and the coldness of the night
She wraps her coat around her when the cold winds blow
Searching the lonely streets yet no where to go
Streets now empty no one can be found
Except for this lady that roams throughout our town
I found her with her bible she held it in her hand
I thought that I could help her but she had other plans
You’ll never see her walking or hear her cries at night
Her weeping now is silent as she took her life last night
Oh who was that lady that lived within our town?
Walked the streets at midnight and stayed out till dawn

Written By
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
Copyrights ©




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Re: Shadow in The Window (User Rating: 1 )
by blueheart on Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 03:36:45 AM AEST
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A very touching poem, I liked it a lot.
Good job.


Re: Shadow in The Window (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 7th June 2004 @ 10:25:49 PM AEST
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It is distressing that anyone has to live with that kind of hurt. I can only hope she found peace with the spirit.

Rita


Re: Shadow in The Window (User Rating: 1 )
by ApocolypseJM on Friday, 25th January 2008 @ 09:44:56 AM AEST
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I like this a lot. You have portrayed quite an emptiness that she felt. And brought an opening to a closing in quite a descriptive way. Great job.




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