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Harbinger
Contributed by
Cathartic
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Tuesday, 8th March 2016 @ 03:12:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Ten thousand pale white horses like lightening hooves the sound of thunder battling to reach the frontlines. Somewhere ravens hover in concentric circles to feast on the nations. Somewhere scorched earth is quenched by blood and the ocean/'/s a burial ground overflowing from the mass. And Im on top of a mountain somewhere above the blanket of smoke looking down at the beast. I think about running into your arms Running so fast a bullet couldnt stop me at drowning out the misery. I think about running to your arms Before the great cloud of witnesses Before the sky is split clean down the middle Before they gather in number like the sand I think about running and running and running Until I reach your fingertips.
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Re: Harbinger
(User Rating: 1 ) by ming on
Tuesday, 8th March 2016 @ 10:18:09 AM AEST (User
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A tender love poem and an example of our messed up world/'/s love of chaos/war. Love this.
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Re: Harbinger
(User Rating: 1 ) by Beyfoxman5 on
Tuesday, 8th March 2016 @ 03:10:35 PM AEST (User
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For me, you just gave life to a word I have not heard since the 11th grade. Great poem. Thanks
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Re: Harbinger
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Friday, 11th March 2016 @ 08:19:39 AM AEST (User
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Very /'/Russian/'/ in style. Sorrow, pain, loss....a great effort and I thank you for allowing me to experience your gift.
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