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Visions Without a Sun
By Spiritus_Frumenti
Returning to the palebeautiful,
A fragile elegance that does not weep
Returning to the everything,
A broken moment that does not bleed
Resigned desire, forgotten devour
I was inspired to lit afire every rose
To engulf the air with the tenderness in which I breathe
How dearly the petals burn
How they fall on the lake beside me
Winds passing along the surface-
Delivering blazed captures of soul infirmities to be extinguished
Imagined reality, dying reincarnation
I was yearning for a heaven covered in ice
A cold expanding beyond the light-years of misery in which I’ve sought
How the atmosphere tastes of frostbitten time
How the angels seem like helpless birds,
Wondering why they have not been saved
And why,
Empathy does not run in this fallen winter laden place
Anchored voyage, lost epiphanies
I have enticed tragedy across the sky,
All along my life,
Sinking in the burial ground in which I have created
How the will to live does not linger -
Beyond the will to know the truth
How the pain exists beyond mortality
Proceeding with our essence
Long after we realize
Every star is a lighted candle in this eternally grieving world...
Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2005
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Pescare a mi amor con mis dolores
Published on Monday, June 20, 2005.
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"Poetry"
Comments on "Visions Without a Sun"
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A former member wrote:
Graceful...a flicker of enchantment in spoken silence.
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On Tuesday, June 21, 2005, Anth
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wrote:
the poem as moving and beauiful as all u have ever posted here..the last line was perfection
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On Tuesday, June 21, 2005, Exodus
(172) wrote:
you are one of the most beautiful writers i know of, i love your words. this is very very beautiful....i wouldnt expect anything less than beautiful from you and i have yet to be disappointed. amazing piece. really.
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On Monday, June 20, 2005, Serenity
(469) wrote:
The flow was beautiful and each word amazing. Deep. Great work :)
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On Monday, June 20, 2005, Solace
(1069) wrote:
Beautiful and chill...it is like the breath of air on a windowpane, amazing and beyond - ethereal. Encapsulated grief, suffering, mourning...like a cavalcade of widows, each with memories paled by tears...brilliant
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