Guest guest Posted March 9, 2008 Report Share Posted March 9, 2008 BlizzardThe blizzard raged for three days drifts as high as a spirited horse, icicles as long as Democles' sword, it is morning the sun breaks through with golden teeth, bites the thought of day in half I am here to wrest another lifetime of passion from these brittle aging bones, deep purple veins run through me, like oceans and long rivers of silence, I merge into a deep well of myself... at one with myself, like snow I melt into this Poem. ~Anna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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