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I am cold
I am cold
taste my soul
the darkness of lost tears
twined loneliness
tedious wanton winter’s task
it is a quickening
like a tempting of winds
winds of heaviness
whirl and swirl in and around the spiral of my ears
weighted days of late
poetry walls written into myth
those old hieroglyphic graffiti
perpetually serving nothing
I am cold
Sedna ...
a star
convergence of ice and fire
an endless shimmer
afar
purity inside pyre
Myra
Sad but beautiful and oh so poetic.........
I sure can't fault you your obvious talent. We poets truly are painters of words. You show me this so readily in this piece. A lovely surprise to read thank you for sharing...... Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.
you are too kind
thank you
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot