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Richelle Rozant Poem
Like the roar of thunder
Mighty, powerful but it echoes
Like the intense tingle in your nose
Just before a sneeze
Like a blurred, frosted window
Prohibits sight
Like the taste of water from a kitchen tap
Tastes like nothing
Like the smell of morning
When you have s sinusitis flu
None of my senses can distinguish
To help my brain to comprehend
So that my my heart can understand this nothingness
Overwhelming, deafening, incomprehensable
SUDDEN...
Nothingness
Copyright © Richelle Rozant | Year Posted 2018
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Richelle Rozant Poem
Her hair was golden brown, and she
Had the smile of an angel
Id often sit and wonder what she thought
She had a laugh that rang like tiny silver bells as it
Hopped, skipped, jumped on the beat
Of my heart
I try to recall her smile, it fades
At times and i can no longer hear
The echo of her Joy
She is gone from me and i am forgetting
Even the taste of her name
As it rolls off my tongue at times
Little one i long for, i did not miss
Yet she haunts me
But she no longer smiles
Copyright © Richelle Rozant | Year Posted 2018
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