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I am the wind

you are the ash,

the gust swept remains of a long awaited death.


I am the world warmed,

thanking the dawn after a long

visionless night,


I am that rejoicing bird

flying over your grave.


I am the sun,

setting above the black valleys

from where I rose - the lightness 

you couldn't hold,


you were the darkness exposed.


self destruction

Dear Moon ►


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Donna Marie Beck

Tue 6th Sep 2016 13:54

Appreciate your positive comments. Thanks.

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Fri 2nd Sep 2016 10:19

a beautiful vision and a fine use of imagination to bring a sense of poetic feeling .


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