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Poetry By Priscilla Parker
From Sullivan's Short Stories
Fallen
In your eyes, I saw the lushness of fall:
Flecks of gold leaves in grey mists
I lost myself in the promise of you.
Even now, I'm drowning,
Drawn to chilled memories
floating on the surface of my mind
rippling to nowhere.
Eternity is what I would have given.
Instead, I'm drifting on the edge of winter,
caught in reeds of unkept promises;
wondering if I can find my way home.
Priscilla Parker
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