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Soft on the neck of either dove’s love, beyond such a beauty, there hides a haze. A hazy patch of blacks and blues, where ashes lay, woke. The nightlight from an open candle sits in silence, trapped in lifeless motion, as it awaits the sun beyond its metal feet. A frozen door handle, covered with moldy moss, acts as the dawning memory of a lock intended to close, but always remains open, as a child’s laughter re-paints flowers along a bedroom barrier. A gold treasury of memories can not always sparkle, so rescue the strong, for the platinum treasure is not so easily manipulated by frost.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
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How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Last few words: 
This poem is supposed to be about holding onto our memories. Whether the memory is good, or bad. This poem is supposed to speak to the reader, while giving them a good clear message that even though not all memories we have in life, are all good, the memories that good are what makes us strong! Because those are the memories that forever shape us into who we were meant to be.
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Not Explicit Content


I love your wording of this poem. I could almost see this as the beginning of a story. I enjoyed your poem immensely
May I suggest you leave out the explanation ,let your reader try to find the meaning in your words


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