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Lost...

June 5, 2013
By Jan Sricharoen BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
Jan Sricharoen BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
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Dark water that creeps and swallows

Fear too wrenching for words;

Quiet chill, when cool wind

walks through the flesh;

Calm ground whose eyes are wide open,

High wind, whose breaths are frozen,

Deep well with its purpose hidden,--

Run, from your blackest dread.


The author's comments:
Imitation of Percy Shelly's Dirge

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