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Author Name: FreeShe Whispers 5 Comments
Date Added: May 24, 2010 18:05:44 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Bitter Coldness

Gruffy coldness growled within his winter wind
 bleak and bitter cold were his endless nights
Lonesome were the restless night hours
as it yielded whispering sighs to him
sleeping pillow silent tears
And thus reflecting no warmth in his darkness
He will only see fleeting passion wearing
 his masquerade phantom mask


His troubled soul will never rest .....
Now time will mark its test....

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Comment By: Freecolin skilton on May 25, 2010 05:30:16 PM Report
Oh dear India he sounds like he has seen the golden chalice but thrown it away fro a gilded one that fades and withers away to dust and still hasn't grasped what he has given up and lost forever.

Excellent work my dearest friend.


Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on May 25, 2010 12:35:29 PM Report
Ooooo  I wouldn't want to be him.  You know the sad part is he may not have learned a dang thing and will do it all over again.  Such a sad way to live one's life. "His
troubled soul will never rest .....
" No one couldn't have expressed it better.  Just cold darkness in his soul.
Good poem for a bad subject
Comment By: FreeJo on May 25, 2010 09:46:24 AM Report
Winter personified?  It could of course be a metaphor for somebody not letting another in.  Loved this one.  It got my mind working this morning. :-)
Comment By: FreeTanya Harrison on May 25, 2010 01:17:11 AM Report
Dead of winter has set in and his darkest hours are drawing in slowly now.  Gripping piece She Whispers!
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on May 24, 2010 09:58:29 PM Report
Dear She.....This is gripping and as the title says, someone is fearing the nighttime to come, it appears...A troubled soul shall never come to rest when they carry a burden of fleeting passion....this was a strong and declarative statement....May sunshine bring warmth.....

Hugs, Margaret.....


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