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Antlers Tonight
Deer, one
Frozen delight
Beneath the
Moon.
Reflections in the screams
Press metal
Over the iris blooms.
The pain was always there.
Whimpers, in rivers and lakes,
Upon a rocky bed
Pour out beneath
This shadow, me.
Frozen delight
Beneath the
Moon.
Reflections in the screams
Press metal
Over the iris blooms.
The pain was always there.
Whimpers, in rivers and lakes,
Upon a rocky bed
Pour out beneath
This shadow, me.
Published 11th Feb 2018
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11th Feb 2018 8:55am
11th Feb 2018 11:59am
The mark of good poetry is its ability to expand within the reader as a super nova of creative imagining in both the writer's experience coupled with their own.
This hits the mark on all levels.
Beautiful poetry.
Welcome to the Deep side.
This hits the mark on all levels.
Beautiful poetry.
Welcome to the Deep side.
