Until winter comes.

July 6, 2011
By EmptySoul SILVER, Milaca, Minnesota
EmptySoul SILVER, Milaca, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
No one can hurt me as much as I can hurt myself.


There's bodies beneath my feet.
They slowly lose there voices,
along with themselves.
But they are never truly gone.
For they live again in the trees,
in the grass,
in the flowers
until winter comes,
and then they die again.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem almost two years ago. I've made some improvements, and I'm still thinking about adding more to it.
Let me know what you think.

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Brin11 BRONZE said...
on Sep. 24 2011 at 7:15 pm
Brin11 BRONZE, Gilmer, Texas
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check out this poem "the Story" by Yuka11 I think you'll like it.

Brin11 BRONZE said...
on Sep. 24 2011 at 7:06 pm
Brin11 BRONZE, Gilmer, Texas
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reflective. that's the word this poem reminds me of. that and, of course, death.  I think you should add on to it. maybe go into a specific example of someone dying and the life of spring helping you/someone overcoming it. and then winter ocmes again.


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