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Post by Anime Monster on Jan 25, 2006 21:05:03 GMT -5
Crunch The white powder sounds Like white bones beneath Black boots
Woosh The wind washes through Like the life pours out Of you
Silence The sound of the flakes Is the same as your breathing When you die
Nothing Pure and cold, you see That's the way it is In death
Wonderland? In a sick way Winter is a Wonderland Of death and destruction
Everything Dies in the end And winter is the end Of this rhyme
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Post by silverflame on Jan 28, 2006 18:28:35 GMT -5
Interesting poem.
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Jan 28, 2006 19:34:43 GMT -5
Morbid, yet still beautiful.
M.
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Post by Anime Monster on Jan 29, 2006 5:03:25 GMT -5
Did you honestly expect anything less out of me?
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Jan 29, 2006 14:32:31 GMT -5
Honestly no. It's exactly what I expected. But it's nice to know your hunches are right sometimes.
M.
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Post by danteslover on Jan 29, 2006 14:47:32 GMT -5
I like your interpretation. It seems an interesting view on winter. I like the way you think.
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Post by Anime Monster on Jan 29, 2006 22:11:14 GMT -5
I like the way I think as well *smirk*
And of course your hunch was right. Now if I wrote something sappy with flowers and pretty imagery than I think I would have betrayed myself.
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