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Back to Life
February 14, 2014
You were the scarlet blood
Pumping to keep my heart beating
Yet you are gone
And the veins you once filled are now stale with ice
Chilling my bones as the wind when it breathes on your skin
And I try to bring my heart to life
I turn over
Over
Over
Your memory like pages slicing through the air
But they are crumpled as withered leaves beneath my shoes
And they will not do.
© Edgard B., Coral Springs, FL
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EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND said...
on Aug. 8 2014 at 11:19 am
I've never had this kind of experience, but I've had a similar experience. You are so talented. Very. Your poem is beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.
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