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Sunday, December 7, 2008

Remembrance

Frost creeps,
The chill haunts,
And I melt.

Temperature falls on its knees,
Uncertainty trickles,
And I sigh.

Humanity shudders,
Rain hides the evidence,
And I weep.

Breathing falters,
Pride deflates,
And I hide.

Sight interprets,
Memories listen,
And I recall.
Amy May
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Adam Hollingsworth 07 December 2008
I like your poem. Memories are an intresting thing. Sometimes they hurt and sometimes their happy, and even sometimes they make you love. Good job on the poem.
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