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Fallen Sister
Contributed by
invierno
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Saturday, 29th April 2017 @ 05:41:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Rain beats steady on my panes
to flash of lightening
yet again,
and your life like thunder
rumbled through;
for all my love
you are a storm
that blew,
unrelenting,
trouble bound,
always running from
your own hell hounds,
and on that day
they caught
your hem
and held;
such mighty promise,
stillborn, felled.
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invierno
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2017-04-29 05:41:15]
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Re: Fallen Sister
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 29th April 2017 @ 10:10:25 AM AEST
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| Sad. :( |
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Re: Fallen Sister
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by unknown_utopia on
Sunday, 30th April 2017 @ 12:42:21 AM AEST
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| sad indeed... |
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Re: Fallen Sister
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by xHeathenx on
Monday, 1st May 2017 @ 03:07:03 PM AEST
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| Beautiful touch of what may have been and the cold of the natural. I see your mind/'/s not resting, and I/'/m glad your writing is unrelenting ;) |
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Re: Fallen Sister
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by irisblue on
Monday, 1st May 2017 @ 08:15:41 PM AEST
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Michael,
this is beautiful but sad. I felt deeply the sorrow in this write.
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Re: Fallen Sister
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by softerware on
Tuesday, 2nd May 2017 @ 07:03:36 PM AEST
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THIS MAKES READERS WONDER HOW WE OURSLEVES WILL BE REMEMBERED.
We cannot write of who we are; only others can do that for us. We cannot be the mirror.
This is a tribute, and an apology for not bringing purpose into the life of a storm.
There are people we watch like the constellations, in awe of them, yet unable to touch them. So well you conclude, /'/such mighty promise, stillborn, felled./'/ A fitting goodbye for one who departed still in bud, unbloomed.
softerware
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