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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Troubled Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the early hours <br>I saw church spires, <br>graveyard stones <br>and decaying bones, <br>troubled souls that lay <br>beneath the clay, <br>one entered my mind, <br>a release to find.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She gave no peace <br>until she found release<br>from her burning thoughts <br>that had been caught<br>in a world where time<br>refused death to the mind, <br>where the past won’t die <br>in those that lie.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I tried to end my dreams, <br>but in vain it seems.<br> Forever tormented I would be <br>until I willingly agree<br>to let her see her days <br>in dream like ways.<br>To revisit once more<br>through my mind’s door. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her family and friends, <br>and days she would spend<br>playing and having fun <br>in the warm bright sun.<br>Her childhood dreams<br>of scones, jam and cream.<br>Another push of the swing <br>before church bells ring.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Chains of daisy flowers <br>that seemed to take hours.<br>Watching for who’s peeking<br>when hiding and seeking. <br>Playing postman’s knock, <br>wearing a party frock.<br>Hopscotch and skipping, <br>and toffee apple licking.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Eating bread by the fire<br>toasted on wire. <br>Poking burning flames<br>during guessing games. <br>And a fire that spread, <br>whilst sleeping in bed.<br>A world unlike her last<br>where seeing is past.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With memories all seen, <br>she’s left my dream, <br>but maybe one day<br>she’ll again come my way, <br>knowing there’s a pillow <br>and a mind to borrow.<br>She whispers sleep tight<br>and fades from sight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a></strong></div>