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It’s twisted scripture, a prophecy gone wrong.
I know you’re somewhere out there, singing our songs.
Above a whisper, I hear your voice,
And you’d still be around, if I had a choice.
So I hope it’s not too long, before I see your face,
Amongst the stars, in outer space.
All I’ve ever wanted, was to be next to you,
Sit quietly and read, under a fig wood tree.
Which is why I made plans,
To run away, but as long as you’re gone,
I’ll continue to wait, under the branches,
Of this small, but mighty fig wood tree.
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About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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