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Everest Snow;
By whisperingwalls
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This is her lonely ghost
baying out in the cold.
Amid the Everest
she calls out like a dialtone
a chilling flatline zero
as pine trees snow.
I miss your broken record ways
thread skips along each melody
I miss when nights turned into days
miss when nights turned into days.
There's nothing to find
scattered amongst your needles
snow crested
.young Cardinal
; A ray of sunlight to contemplate the darkness.
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Copyright 2014 whisperingwalls
Published on Sunday, August 17, 2014.
Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Exes and their habits.Awards
Comments on "Everest Snow;"
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On Wednesday, December 10, 2014, Pride Ed
(108)
wrote:
Very interesting word choices! Great poem. ^_^
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On Tuesday, August 19, 2014, Miztaken4beauty
(177) wrote:
The tone here is very interesting. It's cold- almost detached. Like you can see into the image and feel the leftover emotion, but the scars are old. Lovely piece.
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On Sunday, August 17, 2014, TheProphetUntold
(167) wrote:
The first two portions were quite exceptional and the rest didn't disappoint either. Good piece. +tpu+
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On Sunday, August 17, 2014, Star
(920) wrote:
exes are annoying but we remember who they were when we were with them. And, that's what we miss the most. beautiful write.
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