Open Poetry #40 |
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Pale Amid the Gale |
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IntoTheRain Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 51Westwood, CA |
They walk in line Carrying white petals Casting shadows so frail I can see through them A self proclaimed Prostitute of the mind The thoughts grow suicidally beautiful We are uneasily happy It will all be forgotten Look there is nothing Not even ashes To rub in our eyes Look I am nothing Lost amidst searching hands |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Powerful! Love, Margherita |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I like this it feels like something that is going on in my mind right now |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Interesting imagery, though I cannot venture a guess as to its poetic inspiration or meaning, I did enjoy the shadowy mystical sense of pale, see-through entities. |
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