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Lully, Lullay
by R. Dean Ludden
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
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The desert moon was empty that spring night
when sleepless, I arose, forsook my bed
and stumbled through the streets devoid of light
but from the stars, and then just overhead
I heard a mother singing of her love
while less ethereal flights beyond her range
drew closer, and would soon resound above
a song elegiac, and soft, and strange.
I stopped, and listening, was thus beguiled:
"The shadows soon will pass; Allah is nigh.
It's time to close your eyes my darling child.
It's time for me to weep...for you to die."
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| Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) |
5/14/2003 |
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Beautiful descriptions
"The desert moon was empty that spring night
when sleepless, I arose, forsook my bed
and stumbled through the streets devoid of light
but from the stars, and then just overhead "
Peggy |
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| Reviewed by Toris Okotie |
5/14/2003 |
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So emotional, it remains me of one of the poems i wrote "MY AFRICAN CHILD" Thanks for sharing.
Yours poetically,
Toris |
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