![]() ChiyokoA Poem by MiriamMBMight as well have been Fujiwara Chiyoko, chasing the shadow of a dead soldier across the Japan in mid winter, in war, between earthquakes, My dear, love sick girl, there is no warm hearth at the end of the road. No face you'd recognize not even your own, only shadows, only mist and maybe the shock of winter in your bones speaking truth, that it is this half awake dream that kept you strong that kept you pushing that whispered to you in the dark, “won't you stay for a little while longer? There's a kind face right down the road, and over that bridge, and across that river, and over the mountain, and even further just a little further, so please, stay, dream for a just little longer.” © 2013 MiriamMBAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() MiriamMBDenver, COAboutI write, and I want a place to share my poetry, read other people's poetry and learn to grow as a writer. I want to write on more than just impulse. more..Writing
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