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Edited by
Sharris
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Mon 06/11/12 08:18 PM
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In This Garden
Even the crows are welcomed here to roost on the hand rails of the bridge to peck in the lush grasses, cool to the feet. They are not turned away. How does a crow mourn, anyway? They do not tarry as the wind carries their voice, squawking a pierce through these broken hearts. They could not keep a black watch over the muffled sound of tears breaking their fall. No, the released petals of the roses hold those memories. Welcomed here, they are to serve their own purpose of momentary rebuttal. Gone as quickly as they came. HOW does a crow mourn...anyway? SadieLu 2012 |
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 Not sure how they mourn, I feel they are messengers from the spirit world.
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Not sure how they mourn, I feel they are messengers from the spirit world.
Interesting understanding. Thank you for sharing kindness |
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I love the squarks of the Crows..Perhaps that is how they mourn..
Nice write Sadie.. 
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I love the squarks of the Crows..Perhaps that is how they mourn.. Nice write Sadie..
Thank you Ainjel, I am still with my Dad at Hospice. A beautiful garden here, had 4 that passed on today. |
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Thank you, Jeff, |
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Edited by
tazzops
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Tue 06/12/12 06:58 AM
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Thank you, Jeff, 
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crows may always be in mourning...
take care teasingbrunette |
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Liked it (((Sadie))) as always.
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Very nice....liked that....moved me.
"HOW does a crow mourn...anyway?" with hidden tears and counting shadow on our ceiling at night. Hearing echoes of lost voices in the dark corners of an empty bed room. Or smelling a pillow in hopes of catching that one last scent and then feeling stupid because something are still hanging in the cubard.... Reading old love letter and looking at photos because the hurt feel so good...and laughing at memories as the tears roll down your face...closing your eyes and wishing from the very make up of your soul to touch the skin that you once felt love from.... "HOW does a crow mourn...anyway?" very deeply :-( Hugs to you |
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I love the squarks of the Crows..Perhaps that is how they mourn.. Nice write Sadie..
Thank you Ainjel, I am still with my Dad at Hospice. A beautiful garden here, had 4 that passed on today. Hugs Sharris! |
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Very nice....liked that....moved me. "HOW does a crow mourn...anyway?" with hidden tears and counting shadow on our ceiling at night. Hearing echoes of lost voices in the dark corners of an empty bed room. Or smelling a pillow in hopes of catching that one last scent and then feeling stupid because something are still hanging in the cubard.... Reading old love letter and looking at photos because the hurt feel so good...and laughing at memories as the tears roll down your face...closing your eyes and wishing from the very make up of your soul to touch the skin that you once felt love from.... "HOW does a crow mourn...anyway?" very deeply :-( Hugs to you Thank you so very kindly. Your insight has touched me. |
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I love the squarks of the Crows..Perhaps that is how they mourn.. Nice write Sadie..
Thank you Ainjel, I am still with my Dad at Hospice. A beautiful garden here, had 4 that passed on today. Hugs Sharris! Lois, thank you for sharing your heart with me. |
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sadie, how deep your sadness conveys, a testament to how deeply you love. as with ALL of your writes, such an admirer i have always been,
i hope we always find you here.
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sadie, how deep your sadness conveys, a testament to how deeply you love. as with ALL of your writes, such an admirer i have always been, i hope we always find you here.
This is a home, a place to heal, friends that touch and reveal their heats. My treasue is found amongst your voice, quiet times and whispers encouraging hope. Thank you. Love s |
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