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I sit quietly with anguish flooding my eyes
As pale white snow drifts by
Why oh why, must I wait?
For my Dear, it is getting late
The moon is taking its place in the night sky
While I sit quietly and dry my eyes
The billowing blankets of snow sadden me
For my chair rocks back and forth, as I match the white trees
The silent snow floats down
And lays dead on the ground
My aged joins ache while I wait
And my heart pounds in its place
The wet snow piles up
As behind me a door opens, then shuts
He has finally come for me
While the snow closes its eyes and sleeps
- by MorphineMannequin |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/14/2008 |
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- Title: Lonesome Frostbitten Nights
- Artist: MorphineMannequin
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Description:
This is just my image of an older woman waiting for her love to go through the snow storm to finally see her face.
Hope you enjoy it. And Happy Holiday! - Date: 12/14/2008
- Tags: lonesome frostbitten nights
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Lady Venger - 09/04/2009
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it's a story! :3 rhymes r on..short and snappy leading to the next..
only line 8 sticked out but otherwise good for me. - Report As Spam
- Kibroth - 12/24/2008
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Morphine,
Interesting piece.
More full than I am use to, but different is sometimes good.
I particularly like the last line.
Makes no literal sense, but has a very soothing feel to it.
-K
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