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the dance of death

Submitted by Seren on Mon, 2013-06-03 08:14

I have been watching

as the tendrils of life

drift off and away

casting shadows

on her soul

 

in a waning light

I felt the touch of faith

nails indented my knees

and palms, now laying down

I feel my heart shift

into a peaceful stillness

 

slowly it started

sliding in a sepia light

I now held her hand

tracing the infinity symbol

into her palm

 

now we silently wait

as death dances in the shadows

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Rula

Tue, 2013-06-04 07:53

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This is touching though I don't figure every image yet I feel sadness through out. Is everything alright at your end. Is this about someone sick or dying and special for you?

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Seren

Wed, 2013-06-26 08:57

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First off sorry for the delay in answering, We did have two deaths in our family and its part of the reason I havent been around much, I am still working on this one thanks for the read and your thoughts

sincerely Jayne- Chloe

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Shyanne18

Tue, 2013-06-04 12:04

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I think you may have written a new favorite of mine! Keep writing!

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Seren

Wed, 2013-06-26 08:59

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thank you so much I am very happy you enjoyed it, sorry for the delay answering your message

sincerely Jayne-Chloe

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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