Griefs of the Soul

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Crying with lips

That know all the

Griefs of the soul

Like clouds before a storm

Thunder and then rain

Where the long wait ends

Where time lies shattered

To tiny bits of stone and dust

Like my heart that

The years have broken

And with dusty hands

The world has taken

My life and crushed

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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