Notice of absence from regenoku
if I’m off I’m probably punching my bed in anger
if I’m off I’m probably punching my bed in anger
colors weave into a spiral of flame
distant souls call to all pass to my name
bear this torch against the cold of the night,
search your soul and bring awake in the undying light,
on that day,when the sky fell away,our world came to an end
in arise to debating sunrise in the dark withering shadows
silent groves in the spaces between,streching out beyond time
rising up in a chorus as souls find a voice flickering through the noise,
these little souls cling onto life,everyone caught in the stuggle
and then the storms of change they bend the fate,
scattering ashes to the wind,
every soul contains a whisper of light,
leaving faintly as it dwindles from sight
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Author:
Gyiuu does cry (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Letter
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Comments3
Full of images, visual, auditory, and tactile it sparkles with life. Very nice
thank you,soren!
A whisper of light indeed. So, this is what, cautious optimism? More nice work from you.
haha ty mason and dan!
Beautiful poem and flows so well.
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