I can hear her calling
The preachers daughter
Deep in battle with her upbringing
Can you hear her calling
The teachers taught her
Original thought is blasphemy
I can see her falling
Falling in there eyes
They can't see her flying
flying in my line of sight
Oh She has awakened
Like a rose blooming through the snow
Oh she has awakened
Like a dove amongst the crows
Those eastern eyes
Have come back to life
Those eastern eyes
Have found there home
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Author:
Edthepoet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I remixed my own poem. Is that a thing? Who knows.. who cares..I inspired myself,which is pretty cool.
- Category: Spiritual
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Nice write. I think remixing your poetry is fair game, it might be like coming back to a painting you did a long time ago and adding what you felt was missing the first time. Inspiration is a funny thing.. you never know where it will come from, and that includes yourself sometimes
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