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Where the winter goes.

Contributed by iodinelove on Wednesday, 14th May 2008 @ 11:52:45 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract



Where the winter goes, I will also go. Parachute prayers, wonder at the meaning—mad dog glare, I wander downtown past the trains. The sky melts patios in the stars, and we are lovers from another time, dirt roads bend glasses in the rain, the world is scattered tresses laughing closely at the dusk. The dusk reminds me of her fear, gripped and hidden behind strong defined eyes.

Man consumes love, we are failing once again, where winter is, and where hearts slip short in the white walled terrace of an old memory, and I have found love, precious fingers sickly, crossed with smiles when she cries, alone and unsaid, and I am no longer afraid.

Often, I forget my pain, and it comes to me that I am well, and that I am happy. I have found love; it is softer than the world that I have known; a fountain in the flesh of my remorse, I drink, and I am thirst, and I, absolved by thirst, am afraid, and I am no longer alone.
Where the winter goes, I will also go.




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Re: Where the winter goes. (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 14th May 2008 @ 12:06:51 PM AEST
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The words here are priceless. Parachute prayers, wonder at the meaning, there is something about this line that just really gets to me.... The entire write is moving.

Michelle


Re: Where the winter goes. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 14th May 2008 @ 03:48:48 PM AEST
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Awesome writing as always.
huggs, smiles,
emy




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