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The Funeral (the creation)
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Thursday, 9th February 2006 @ 08:24:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Cast downward, a small rose dying in a field seeks its own reflection.
Above, men walk, hiding their eyes from the edge of the world.
In the distance a bell tolls, and is dampened by the slow descent of snow.
There is a bleak sky, blazed red with the sun, falling over hollow mountains;
an emerald dove takes flight, forged by the sounding sorrow of the sun shrinking into dust.
And the men weep. And the men lower their sobs to the earth.
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2006-02-09 20:24:47] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Funeral (the creation)
(User Rating: 1 ) by ivoryA on
Wednesday, 4th April 2007 @ 08:21:36 AM AEST (User
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i really think this is very well written...it leaves the reader to create their own meaning for the poem |
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