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At the Edge of Winter
By Mathesix
We held hands... at the edge of winter
Gave no thought to fates entwined
Standing on the precipice, precarious and nestled
Within us,
the idea to fall
I gave in... to the marked temptation
Virulence, I am Me
With disregard to conforming platitudes
Becoming abject with each decree
She was fair... a goddess
rebirthed
Within a flame, the phoenix call
To the touch, remained
an ember
Conflagration cause
"As it kindled dreams anew
She sent distress, left eschewed
In happenstance, a romance
A projectile performance...
A new spark was formed."
She was fair... a monarch standing
Beneath the fall, above
the crown
In shadows bathed, the virgin canopy
Sheathed in
crimson sea
I gave in... to the casket dowry
Verdant
lined and airless seamed
Wearing ashes, shaped as roses
Faces
painted false
We held hands... at the edge of winter
Given no hope, no dangled string
Standing on the precipice, we begin
counting
One.
Two.
Three...
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© 2009 Joshua Cagle
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On Saturday, March 7, 2009, ColourGod
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wrote:
If someone should make this into a graphic novel its pages would drip with renaissance. Thank you for writing this.
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A former member wrote:
dying angel said it perfectly when she said "OH MY" , beautifully tragic and inspiring write , dont stop ...
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On Saturday, February 14, 2009, whisperer
(166) wrote:
the image born by this piece to me was of someone standing at a cliff teary eyed with a dying autum forest at their back counting slowly as the wind cut their face with snowflakes..a rock solid work
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