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Poem 25

November 14, 2014
By Bri_Christine PLATINUM, DuBois, Pennsylvania
Bri_Christine PLATINUM, DuBois, Pennsylvania
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A stiffling battle

I must win

To let go of us

and throw white memories

of you to the wind,

where they will mingle

and tumble and laugh,

gently cascading onto a

woman's shoulder

Far, far away

with fair black curls

and big, open eyes.

She will brush them

into her hand

and tenderly kiss her palm



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on Nov. 18 2014 at 9:13 pm
WindRunner GOLD, Troy, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
For those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will fly on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

A good show of determination in the first few lines, followed by a sense of love and peace in the last. This contradiction only serves to invigorate the life of the story even more. Amazing!