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Ruins of Things
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by Bernie McCann
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Living among ashes
and ruins of things
too broad to measure
too old to sting
Where houses stand silent
and rooms with a view
to a dull winter sun
are mirroring you
Who was this princess
who combed her long hair
on the edge of this bed
in the cold morning air?
With her heart in the balance
between passion and play
and her faith in the Living
wasting away
In twilight forever
in wintry scenes
now lost among ashes
and ruins of things
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June 22 ,2003
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