Delicate love.

February 2, 2009
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Footprints leave a track in white icey snow,

At Evening dusk.
Towards ice frozen woods
The picnics set in hushed somber.
Lifes touched so easily.
Piano plays through the walls
A chilly tone only heard.
Delicate patters of love
carved magnificiantly in oak.

Drunken mistakes,
reveal silent mysteries.
So fragile, i see him sit.
Tiny movements for such a grown boy.
Our delicate minds murmur the truth.
Through the dark clouds, Shines one true bright.

Hidden in the snow covered footprints.
recovering the past, through chipped fingernails.

An angel for real,
Passing by quickly,
staying longer to offer hope,
and promises.

Erasing the loss,
Vanishing the fingerprints.
Of dark tales.





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lacey. said...
Feb. 18, 2009 at 9:19 pm
Its about a boy, whos dying but is like an angel to the rest of his family, and then he becomes one and helps them even more when he dies.. but thanks!
 
Perfectionist47 said...
Feb. 17, 2009 at 10:14 pm
I enjoyed your poem, I'm still not sure I know exactly what it is about... But I love your word choice and your imagery. Check out my poem at-TeenInk.com/raw/Poetry/article/83793/To-Become/ Please please please comment and vote on my work. There isn't anything I love more than hearing from people who've read it. Keep writing!
 
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