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Post by danteslover on Jan 18, 2006 13:54:18 GMT -5
Heated Snow
Snow deep, Snow high Snow up to my thighs Glitter and gleam, Profound in my eyes Flights of hatred Pass you by And snow stained red Make me seem dead A crystal falls, Touches sweating skin Fading in the storm Seems to wait to be born Blood running hot, Blood running cold We’re still stuck in this fold The snow stays Miles hear Silence engross Stepping closer still Shed a tear for him Tangled together in knots, My blood run clots As gashes heal As demons kneel Cold air quit Bathe me warm The snow still falls Lay in the ruby mine, Soft and fine I see him, Sword at my throat Lips brush, Time pass, Healing the slash Take pity on me, Winter take your toll Hold me close My winter wonderland Never lay beyond this room…
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Jan 18, 2006 14:09:49 GMT -5
Oh wow. This is so sad, but beautiful at the same time.
I like it. I am horrible at reading poetry. It never makes sense to me, but I can actually see what your writing about in my mind. I am impressed.
M.
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Post by danteslover on Jan 20, 2006 21:06:16 GMT -5
Thank you. That's what I was going for on this one. I'm glad I didn't confuse you terribly, because it was one of those things that just kind of came to me, and I wasn't sure of how good it would come out. Again, thanks.^-^
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Post by silverflame on Jan 21, 2006 12:02:39 GMT -5
Beautiful poem. It made me think of Dante for some reason.
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Post by danteslover on Jan 21, 2006 19:15:14 GMT -5
Thanks. I wrote it about Dante, in a way.
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Post by silverflame on Jan 21, 2006 23:46:02 GMT -5
I thought so. And it was a beautiful poem, even though I've probably already said that.
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Post by danteslover on Jan 25, 2006 19:27:32 GMT -5
Why thank you. Was it obvious that it was about Dante? If so, mission accomplished.^-^
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