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I am a single rose, a twin who has lost her other
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I am a single rose, a twin who has lost her other |
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Akiras_fire New Member
since 2003-04-29
Posts 7The Middle of nowhere |
I am a single rose, a twin who has lost her other I wonder if she knows that fate was wrong I hear her voice calling out to me beckoning my soul I see her standing before me, calling out to me saying, "come I am here" I want to comfort her, to tell her I care that I love her I am a single rose, a twin who has lost her other. I pretend she is here by my side, that fate has not played its ugly hand. I feel her soul surrounding me, enclosing me in its light I touch her mind and she becomes one with me. I worry she cannot sense me, that she has forgotten who I am I cry for she is not here; fate has taken her from me I am a single rose, a twin who has lost her other. I understand she is inside my soul; her mind dwells with me I say that life is a gift that should be given to all and no man may take from another. I dream that someday she will return in the flesh for her soul is already here. I try to forget the pain of losing her, the hurt of not having her here. I am a single rose, a twin who has lost her other. **************************************** Written by Akira Copyright 1999 Akira |
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Ladybug Member
since 2003-06-17
Posts 236Massachusetts |
Hi Akira  This is a very beautiful, yet sad poem. I love how you repeat the line "I am a single rose, a twin who has lost her other" at the end of every stanza...it really drives it home. I also like how, despite the tragic and painful loss, the poem still has a sense of hope. Good job, and I'm sorry for your loss.  Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Akira~ This is as touching a piece as I'll read this day~ I have a friend who has also lost her 'other' ... and I want to e-mail this to her~ I send *hugs*  Welcome to Passions~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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