WhiteknightsA Poem by Chris Shaw(Name of a campus in Reading University)
In my mind's eye
I reflect on summer, when early morning mist lifts to reveal the tranquility of calm waters. A soothing stillness, sun's heat working it's magic. Abracadabra showing the serene allure, the pureness of what had been concealed by nature's veils. It is winter tragic. On the sixth day they found him. They dragged him from the lake in the campus grounds. The lake that had taken him with its icy grip, on the coldest night of the year. A wicked white night. This morning the mists have thickened in my eyes and I despise that callous side of all that I have grown to love best. Like a cruel lover testing, testing my limits.
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19 Reviews Added on February 6, 2019 Last Updated on February 6, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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