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Snowflakes
Words meld together as we speak,
becoming a macabre array of goodbyes.
Falling still, even as you walk away,
I cannot deny that you have touched me.
Your soul screams for mercy, only
to acquiesce when more pain is battered into it.
Touching my face where your lips last grazed my cheek,
so long ago,
I remember whispering your name in a frenzy
of fanciful promises and orgasmic naivete.
Your vocation, never to cause me hurt,
forgotten, as I am, in a flurry of snowflakes.
Offhand, I wonder if they are snowflakes,
or the tangible incarnation of my innocence.
Shattered.
Beautiful! I really liked this poem for the pictures and emotions you have placed in it. Easy to read. Enjoyed it totally.
Daniel.
I have touched your soul
and you have touched mine
we will be friends till the end of time
did i mention a good write
ron parrish
Shattered Innocense
The sass, the meloncholy, the refusal to regret - to live each word - I marvel (as usual) - Happy Holidays. ~A~
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Re-absorbed: So much emoting jammed in each line. Magnificent composing! ~S~
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