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‘Yet if hope has
flown away
in a night, or in a day,
in a vision, or in none,
is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
is bu..
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As the snow begins to fall
just like ashes from the sky
there is silence on the moors
and the hills run red on white.
For the love which she recal..
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a simple poem (if you can call it that)- just some questions on my mind.
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Wake up, splendid love and see me now.
I’ll cry for you darling, if you show me how.
Your ash-painted soul and heart of cinder
are vapid unde..
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I am a dreamer of a man.
I’m esoteric, compelling and vain.
I carry alchemy in my hands
and bane scarlet veneer in my veins,
silver taint..
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More a pondering than a generic poem, I feel best read aloud considerately.
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Written around Christmas time, it's quite simple and basic but still one of my personal favourites.
Thanks to Ether Books for picking this poem up f..
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hadn't done a Dystopian piece in a long time.
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The winter rain is icy tonight.
It bursts on the glass of the
windows we pass by.
We make footsteps in the rain
as we recall of the pain
we felt..
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hope it's not too soppy!!
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