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Whose Poetry?
I hate it when I can't remember if I wrote something or not. Especially with poetry!
Does anybody recognize this? It sounds just enough like something Seanan might have written that I can't be sure it's actually mine, but I usually save attribution when it's somebody else.
I can't find any references to it online via Google, and frankly it sounds like the *kinds* of things I'd write (and I suspect it's simply not as good as Seanan's usual work, but that's a separate issue)
The original file with the first two stanzas was created in 2008, as far as I can tell, and then I do believe the third stanza, at least, was written by me, possibly last August, possibly earlier.
You may give me any name
In a whisper of tiny flowers
You may think that I'm insane
But you cannot take my powers
I was brought into this world
As a gift for those who cry
And the well inside my soul still holds goodbye
And the well inside my soul still holds goodbye
There's a song the morning sings
When it knows there's no one waiting
And the solace that it brings
Finds my hollow hand creating
Little houses for the seeds
That we never meant to sow
And I haven't got the heart to watch you go
And I haven't got the heart to watch you go
Still I know that I will see you
When the mountains change the weather
And this clamor will continue
Every time that we're together
It's the story of a heart
That can't bear to see the spring
And the rain that falls will make our shadows sing
And the rain that falls will make our shadows sing
-E-
Does anybody recognize this? It sounds just enough like something Seanan might have written that I can't be sure it's actually mine, but I usually save attribution when it's somebody else.
I can't find any references to it online via Google, and frankly it sounds like the *kinds* of things I'd write (and I suspect it's simply not as good as Seanan's usual work, but that's a separate issue)
The original file with the first two stanzas was created in 2008, as far as I can tell, and then I do believe the third stanza, at least, was written by me, possibly last August, possibly earlier.
You may give me any name
In a whisper of tiny flowers
You may think that I'm insane
But you cannot take my powers
I was brought into this world
As a gift for those who cry
And the well inside my soul still holds goodbye
And the well inside my soul still holds goodbye
There's a song the morning sings
When it knows there's no one waiting
And the solace that it brings
Finds my hollow hand creating
Little houses for the seeds
That we never meant to sow
And I haven't got the heart to watch you go
And I haven't got the heart to watch you go
Still I know that I will see you
When the mountains change the weather
And this clamor will continue
Every time that we're together
It's the story of a heart
That can't bear to see the spring
And the rain that falls will make our shadows sing
And the rain that falls will make our shadows sing
-E-
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