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crypticbard
crypticbard
Mar 11, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Come, right with me this poem....

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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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— crypticbard, Mar 11, 2008

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Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

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eric ashford

18 years 3 months ago

Enjoyed this. Interesting

Enjoyed this. Interesting writing and images. All the best eric
asiajy

asiajy

18 years 3 months ago

Nice

I was really taken in while reading this.
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Calliope

18 years 3 months ago

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.
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abrelosojos

18 years 3 months ago

love your title :) Don’t

love your title :) Don't forget me --I won't remember anything else.
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

18 years 3 months ago

Hello,

This piece is diverting and thought provoking. The last verse is my favorite. Cat