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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required -another older poem re-posting -sorry! Dark winds blow in an unwept hollow Parting the dreary pathway to my abode A syringe of chills inject my quivering pores, A lifeless shutter—the single life near to alone The space between waiting for the inevitable pull of tears, The feeling of my hair swiping about my face, Relieves me little from the breeze of whispering disgrace, As light slowly begins to dim away I feel the ache of the chill freeze my veins, Because I remember…just how happy they were I see the warmth and smile of every face I see even her—dimming as the light fades Another shutter brings me to hysterics, stammering at the sky, Cursing the past—an alien-crazed lullaby Words fall in an abyss of stillness Never arising but arousing every inner bitter A once sunny resemblance of wing-shaped hope Is but a shattered illusion of fate The brink of autumn mutters reveries As fragments of summer and spring descend A flock of mirrored leaves—dry as death’s gaping mouth And colder than the stranger’s heart My arms outstretched—my tears aloof Eyes glued to the skies—where the treetops glower As the brown and tomb-stoned leaves began to shower One little leaf is suddenly seen within a gleam As the remaining sun droops its eyes in a pensive doze The wind allows those leaves to soar—only for a moment, till they drop My eyes remain glued to that gleam before me That one little leaf falls like all of the others But it is strange how it floats and sinks Lightly—charmingly—differently… Though lifeless, cold…and dead
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