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Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls, “Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,” Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall, Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page, In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream. Far away from the vision of mortal eyes, A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise. She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child. Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity, “In hushed angelic lucidity!” Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones. Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust, Below the memoirs of her floating vessel, Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams, A shattered female kneels in salvation. An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind. Lost in profoundness, in what might have been. What was, for a moment in this period? The grimness of her weak vessel dwells. A lifeless winter strays around. An album so old and dusty, A christening gown not ever embraced. Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise, Soften footfalls beating out the torments. Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones, Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache. Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need, Their hearts unite as one... A closing of mother and child… ~BY: PD~ Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey There walks Warriors in that graveyard, Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages; at night you can see their Spirits dance, setting fire to history's pages. In that far corner, up by the stream, far from the eyes of publicity, she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene, catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity. In silent lucidity. Brittle now, those fine bones, deep beneath the snow drifts of winter, beneath the memories of her body afloat down rivers and streams of Remember. A broken woman kneels in prayer, a heavy weight on a burdened mind, somewhere deep in what could have been, what was, for a moment in time. The grayness of her frail body lingers, in a dead winter of the unborn, on page forty-nine in the family album, in a baptismal gown never worn. Together they dance,the woman and the child, their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows of many days at a worn out headstone, many dances to come, many tomorrows. Together they dance, The Woman's Dance, their hearts as one... the woman and the child. ~By: Catie Lindsey~ (for Catie's: Re-write contest..)

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Still Winter

Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls, “Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,” Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall, Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page, In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream. Far away from the vision of mortal eyes, A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise. She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child. Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity, “In hushed angelic lucidity!” Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones. Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust, Below the memoirs of her floating vessel, Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams, A shattered female kneels in salvation. An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind. Lost in profoundness, in what might have been. What was, for a moment in this period? The grimness of her weak vessel dwells. A lifeless winter strays around. An album so old and dusty, A christening gown not ever embraced. Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise, Soften footfalls beating out the torments. Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones, Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache. Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need, Their hearts unite as one... A closing of mother and child… ~BY: PD~ Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey There walks Warriors in that graveyard, Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages; at night you can see their Spirits dance, setting fire to history's pages. In that far corner, up by the stream, far from the eyes of publicity, she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene, catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity. In silent lucidity. Brittle now, those fine bones, deep beneath the snow drifts of winter, beneath the memories of her body afloat down rivers and streams of Remember. A broken woman kneels in prayer, a heavy weight on a burdened mind, somewhere deep in what could have been, what was, for a moment in time. The grayness of her frail body lingers, in a dead winter of the unborn, on page forty-nine in the family album, in a baptismal gown never worn. Together they dance,the woman and the child, their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows of many days at a worn out headstone, many dances to come, many tomorrows. Together they dance, The Woman's Dance, their hearts as one... the woman and the child. ~By: Catie Lindsey~ (for Catie's: Re-write contest..)