The Covert

February 8, 2009
By Leemor Nir SILVER, Great Neck, New York
Leemor Nir SILVER, Great Neck, New York
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The trees stand hollow
But the air is full when you walk through it.
Interpretations are manifested in books I cannot find.
And in the anchored chests of dawn,
You hide.

I have tried to knock down, the
Sentinels watch. Your intentions
Deemed a desolate destiny in oak cupboards
latched with trembling hands.
The force of nothing sounds silently in my ears
With a smirk that no one saw.

Stone will cover the whole of your world
While you're impossibly sought out.
Farewell to:
The you I thought you to be.



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on Jun. 3 2009 at 3:39 pm
Leemor Nir SILVER, Great Neck, New York
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thanks!

Joanna said...
on Apr. 29 2009 at 10:22 pm
Joanna, St. Catharines, Other
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Elequently stated. You conveyed the emotion, but didn't overwhelm the reader. I love it!


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