Dark Poetry #3 |
Winter |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Tasteless gloves comfort my hands, Imprisoning the lost warmth, As coldness creeps closer on end, An ally in disguise that which it pretends, Recognizing the boundaries on which it stands, It is torture by its forever end. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) [This message has been edited by Xeonox (edited 02-15-2001).] |
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Baby G Junior Member
since 2001-01-28
Posts 39Australia |
Short but sweet, great work! |
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Ginners Member
since 2000-07-22
Posts 339Mullica Hill, New Jersey |
Short but nice, it reminds me of, well winter |
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Temptress*Moon Member
since 2001-01-15
Posts 240Long Island, NY |
Enjoyed this one!*S* Temptress*Moon I slept and dreamed that life was beauty was thy dream then a shadowy lie? -ESH- |
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MiseryDivine Member
since 2000-06-13
Posts 114Chicago! en america...oh lala! i wish i lived in England.....(sigh) |
Good poem! I like how its right to the point... |
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