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Posted by Margaret Pangert at 11:26 PM
It is snowing and snowing and snowing.
Soon my transparent soul will be covered.
It is freezing and icing and sleeting.
My once malleable heart will be frozen.
How does one liberate the soul, the heart, the mind?
How does one take a trip behind the mirror?
Maybe the crystalline ice will reveal the magical soul,
And the layers of snow will warm the still-beating heart.
Posted by Margaret Pangert at 11:05 PM
This is a song of a little bird
Who fell in love with a fish.
He said, "You cannot live in the ocean."
And she said to him,
"You never can live in the sky."
But the ocean is filled with tears
And the sea turns into a mirror.
There's a fish in the moon when it's clear
And a bird on the tide.
And the fish and the bird can live in each other's hearts.
Posted by Margaret Pangert at 10:53 PM