Stuart Miers

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Until We Freeze. - Poem by Stuart Miers

In the reflection of vanitas,
You look not at your mortality.
Such is the nonchalance of youth.
You deny death a hundred times a day,
Till the soft velvet of night begs you to wonder.
As you look upon the graven image of the moon,
And even the stars, like glittering lanterns in the sky,
As the universe gets colder and colder, even these must end.

Topic(s) of this poem: Art

Comments about Until We Freeze. by Stuart Miers

  • Rookie - 314 Points Hardik Vaidya (6/16/2014 9:20:00 AM)

    Denying of death is a very well used phrase, a remarkable creation of your pen. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, June 16, 2014

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