singed on bright waters
from our first day
the message of
our going away
the leaf whirls down
the flower can't stay
the snow melts like
old dreams that stray
into an ever running brook
oh one last look
you'll want to say
when angels come
to bear away
the you that never
knew how dear
the earth had grown
from year to year
how odd, now, to be leaving...
but you were written in the book
that someone else was reading
mary angela douglas 1 february 2016
from our first day
the message of
our going away
the leaf whirls down
the flower can't stay
the snow melts like
old dreams that stray
into an ever running brook
oh one last look
you'll want to say
when angels come
to bear away
the you that never
knew how dear
the earth had grown
from year to year
how odd, now, to be leaving...
but you were written in the book
that someone else was reading
mary angela douglas 1 february 2016
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