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Monday, March 21, 2011

Who are you?

Who are you to lie there,
buried in the bottom?
Barely concious to chaos,
you raise to the flame,
the apocalyptic fire.
Suicidal in your desire,
forgetful in your need.
You're so cold,
hidden in the deep,
an arctic darkness.
Who are you to stay here,
waiting for warmth of a million suns?
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4 comments:

  1. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMarch 24, 2011 at 11:36 AM

    love it,
    apt words...

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  2. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMarch 24, 2011 at 11:37 AM

    invite you to join poets rally week 40...
    simply visit me for details...all submissions are to be represented by the end of the week.
    Happy Writing.
    Looking forward to seeing you share your talent with us.
    You rock.
    xx

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  3. AnonymousMarch 25, 2011 at 10:53 AM

    Prolific. I think of Hamlet's Ophelia as I read this. I also think of so many "moths" who rise to the flame of love only to fall to ashes. Thank you!

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  4. OliviaMarch 25, 2011 at 11:27 AM

    Very well done! I loved this! Absolutely stunning..:)

    Hugs xx

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