the feeling of being very small
Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-10-29 at 01:25
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Inside a cathedral
Shining through the stained glass panes
Light penentrates the tombs soft gloom
Silken whispers caress the curtains
And radiate through every room
Time drips unmem'rably underneath
These ancient planes of pennence
Delicate inscriptions round each wraith
Sweet sents incense the senses
Walk through halls of hallowed awe
Staring up into streams of silver light
Glancing off the single center statue
Which all hearts wish could shed their respite
Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-10-29 at 01:25
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