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The Dark Passenger
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The Dark Passenger |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They exchanged glances like wolves in the middle of the refuge the night so dark, shadows were often seen squabbling over light She had her lip curved into the inside of winters froth with her skirt like an icy leaf touching the branches of Gods tender hands He watched her under the blue ease of a winter tease Brandishing a small piece of paper that could hardly be seen as the sea of white covered the land Such a glance he bestowed upon her like the glass painting that lighted the cathedral He use to walk into as a young boy in hopes of repentance His dark turmoil fatherless past all came to a head when a light of white, so bright the pearls of white from the winter reign could no longer be seen She, the bright light but still all the more mortal with her chapped lips and collarbone noticeably visible from the frigid temperatures So tender her scars along her legs much like the lines that touched the base of the oak wood trees They were the true souls of white compatible through the darkness of light she, the dark passenger |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Enigmatic with just enough clarity (not trying to be punny) to tantalise imagination and pondering curiosity. And beautiful too - par for the course! Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Owl, appreciate the comments, as always. I can only hope such a poem covers all the bases that you described. Happy you enjoyed. Cheers, Tomer |
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