The Winged Ones
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Somewhere off in the distance a Bell Tolls.
Since I’ve lost all sense of time,
I don’t know if it comes a from a church, or a school.
There are lessons to be learned,
either way.
The Bell Tolls and
swallows scatter to the wind.
Perhaps its the dinner bell rung by a mother full of love.
Instinctual needs are met
either way.
Whether to the belfry,
or the table of knowledge,
or sustenance.
The Winged Ones always
come back home.
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Posted by psychoholik @ 22 June 2009
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