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Grey Snow
He flowed into my view two days ago-
Yet, I felt nothing. No fear. No treachery.
Why?
Why did I not feel His presence.
Were my veins too full with distraction
to even so much as sense His virose existence?
Why must you torment my soul
into thinking that it is free.
To allow my happiness to explode;
To forget all that you did to me?
I own no emotion left to write
beyond this point.
The visions of your face, in my mind,
remain to evaporate my light.
Beyond the gates of coal,
lies the river of which the lava flows.
Beyond the memories that I know I
must forget to know,
Lies the Field of Pale Gray Snow.
Zoë LeeaNora Holdsclaw
12/14/12
A.M
Published 16th Dec 2012
| Edited 22nd Jan 2014
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20th Jan 2013 3:51am
I'm in love with your diction :3 "Why did I not feel His presence.
Were my veins too full with distraction
to even so much as sense His virose existence" and here as well "I own no emotion left to write
beyond this point.
The visions of your face, in my mind,
remain to evaporate my light." Those are my favorite parts of this poem. I love the detail in this poem and a nice rhythm is retained throughout this piece. Well done
Were my veins too full with distraction
to even so much as sense His virose existence" and here as well "I own no emotion left to write
beyond this point.
The visions of your face, in my mind,
remain to evaporate my light." Those are my favorite parts of this poem. I love the detail in this poem and a nice rhythm is retained throughout this piece. Well done
