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Crypticbard
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Submitted by crypticbard on 11 March 2008 - 4:44am.
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`
under six feet
freshly fallen snow
washes into
splintered song
severed thought
drifts afar off
into forever old
souvenirs now cold
write with me this poem
come breathe its soul
lay each clammy hand
to right with me this poem
heart warming chill
voices no longer still
visceral reflection
set in ashen bone
`
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(3 votes)
Enjoyed this. Interesting
Enjoyed this.
Interesting writing and images.
All the best
eric
Nice
I was really taken in while reading this.
I don't know why people don't vote if they like it.Lol.
I gave you a 5.I thought this flowed well and was definately well written.I especially like these lines,
write with me this poem
come breathe its soul
lay each clammy hand
to write with me this poem
This was a beautiful poem.
Lacy,
Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.
love your title :) Don’t
love your title :)
Don’t forget me
–I won’t remember anything else.
Hello,
This piece is diverting and thought provoking. The last verse is my favorite.
Cat
Thanks all
Thanks all for your kind words.