Azul Noir

Rookie (South Africa)

A Small String - Poem by Azul Noir

I wake from a dream
I fall back in
So vivid but unclear
Fading out, falling in

A touch with no feeling
A moment less than anything
A small string holds me
A small string fraying

A small string, once a chain
A small string, becomes a ribbon
A ribbon for a gift
A gift grown instead of given

It tries to fly away
I fade out and only drift back in
No more falling in or pain
Detached, revisiting

Only fondness for a memory
I hold it carefully

Comments about A Small String by Azul Noir

  • (7/28/2010 1:34:00 AM)

    Thank you for the compliment :) (Report) Reply

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  • (7/27/2010 7:23:00 PM)

    I enjoyed reading...Lines are captivating...I really do love the rythm...Thanks for sharing! ! ! ! God bless you! ! !

    -Pink Butterfly-
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 27, 2010

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