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this year
Contributed by
eternalsunshine
on
Saturday, 26th December 2009 @ 07:27:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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This year life like a hurricane
Ripped through,
Peeling me off
Leaving me naked,
Into the cold
And nothing to hold onto,
Just my pen
Dancing on the white flesh,
Of an icy white snow
So blank and empty
Waiting to be opened to reveal it’s gold,
White and Grey nights
The light that color the day,
The sun is on a break
Leaving me to ache
Pushing me to awake
The soul which runs in my veins
Through the ether, so fast
only to leave me catching
For a glimpse, I scratch onto
The thick white snow
Freezing it in, for the world to know...
Copyright ©
eternalsunshine
... [
2009-12-26 07:27:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: this year
(User Rating: 1 ) by laststarontheleft on
Saturday, 26th December 2009 @ 11:35:06 AM AEST (User
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This is great piece of abstract!
I like your descriptiveness, my favourite verse:-
This year life like a hurricane
Ripped through,
Peeling me off
Leaving me naked,
Into the cold
And nothing to hold onto,
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