<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527655" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Already Dies.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">After the service <br>at the church </div><div style="margin:10px 0">on Sunday morning <br>in 1962</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she and you<br>leaving the choir </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she taking your hand <br>in hers and staying behind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">until the others had gone <br>she kisses your lips </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the echo <br>of the organ’s drone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">silent and the smell <br>of her mother’s </div><div style="margin:10px 0">borrowed scent <br>lingering in the air </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and knowing her sister <br>would be waiting outside </div><div style="margin:10px 0">prepared to tell her mother <br>if she caught glimpse of kiss </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or any hold of hands <br>and half deaf organist </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr Lundon stomping about <br>in the organ loft above </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and all you wanted <br>was to stay there </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with the kiss and love <br>and her lips and the look </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in her big blue eyes <br>not knowing then </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that all things <br>however good </div><div style="margin:10px 0">move on and something <br>inside her already dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527655" data-title="Already Dies. de Terry Collett" data-description="After the service at the church on Sunday morning in 1962 she and you leaving the choir and she taking your hand in hers and staying behind until the others had gone she kisses your lips and the echo of the organ’s drone silent a..."></div> </div> </div>

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