Where pain falls after felt,
Hollow, sagged and small.
When all chill is made to melt,
And no heart remains at all.
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Where streams of rage already dense,
And snowflakes bite the warmth they give.
When tranquil gold turns thick and tense,
And life itself forgets to live.
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Where hope and past are one and same,
Stampeded echoes of peace, a gift.
Strangers seeking a useful name,
Within a soul no joy can lift.
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Now tears have shamed in their own faith,
And not a wisp of childhood would stay.
Light how feared now more than safe,
Now all of man must run away.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham6 days ago in Fiction
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And life itself forgets to live.- what a line! great poem!
Gosh I love that line - and snowflakes bite the warmth they give. This was so good.