Lucy's Diamond's in the Sky

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Lucy's Diamond's in the Sky

The Monk decided to hide in his cave of gray.
He lived in a village and then went away.
He lost his fair love and lived in the hills.
Where he was awakened each morning by spry whippoorwills.
He stared at a far mountain and wished he was there.
Walking and talking with is maiden so fair.
She played a flute to lure him back.
One morning he decided to pack
And walked several miles toward the tune.
Before he realized it was nearly noon.
Then he turned around back to his cave.
Yes, indeed, he was very brave.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Artistpoet’s Poems (19)

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The Bridesmaid's Reception 1
Crimes of the Heart 1
Lucy's Diamond's in the Sky 0
The Monk's Morning 0
Mysterious Pathway 2
Love is Here Again 1
Hello to a Friend I Have Not Yet Met 0
The Moon's Agreement 0
The Devil Speaks Softly 2
Tell Them, He Said 0
The Face in the Mirror 0
The Rooms Spoke to Me. 0
When the Party Ended at Twilight 0
An Ode to my Ghost 0
The Horse Race 0
No One Else Can Take Your Place 0
While Good Men Sleep 0
The Stranger on the Train 1
Water on Rocks 1