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A New Day at Sunrise
Wake up.
A face, half burnt, I can feel the where the flames danced
The other half turned stone, petrified.
Fall.
Static snowy television skyline
Fizzing fades in and out
Rising and falling like the tides through the night
The ringing of bells, adjusting to the time
There is a river running through us, a violent maelstrom of love
Wake up.
A morning so perfect, but you are not the same
The other side of the night, a new day at sunrise
Fall.
The paint is chipping, colors are fading
The meaning starts to drift
Expanding and contracting like this chest of mine
The beeping of monitors, counting my last beats
There is a flood enveloping us, a beautiful swarm of love.
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Comments
Ian.T
Mon, 2013-12-16 19:10
washing tears
I have read this after all this time as these pieces have arrived.
Your name to us here as Spiritualists Washing tears has been one of the North American Indian Guides that have visited us as we find their world.
How did you come by this name?
Your writing is of a Spiritual nature, that is bright then fades.
This piece needs more and a little edit here and there to let it flow as a mountain stream as the thoughts arrive with you,
Yours Ian.T
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