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Walking, along the silent street

In the darkness, the snow glints like fire

I scrunch it with my naked feet

It burns, it tingles

It’s the burning I desire


In front of me, a wet black hole

surrounded by blue ice

I tremble in my flesh and soul

I’m here, I’m there, in no disguise

And every step I take leaves a print

I measure with my eyes


Then a splash, a breath

The water flows

Blood circles through my veins

The fresh wind grabs my skin, so softly it blows

My body burns in flames

In the wind ►


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Sun 29th Jan 2017 17:48

Thank you very much!

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Juan Pablo Lynch

Sat 28th Jan 2017 20:29

Truly suspenseful...It leaves me wondering what happened before and after the events in the poem. Great intro for a novel or a short story.

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D Philo

Sat 28th Jan 2017 20:16

Exquisite, really get a good feel of the surroundings and senses!

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