Her shadows dance in silent procession.
Gently jolting, softly swinging;
Scandalously drawing her attention .
Shadows -
As if trying to get her to live
Again.
Yet she sits with memories of
kisses in the dark.
Foolishly hoping to hold on to what
spilt away.
Waiting for death now,
to play his part.
Creator of her shadows;
A candle with
its diminutive flame.
Swaying slowly, silently
Engulfing the darkness around it.
As love once
Engulfed her pain.
Tears of flame now can not be stopped
As they blaze down her cheeks;
Heart scorched in pain.
Her shadows are no longer dancing.
Sadly staring
As she lets the darkness
Devour her
soul.
Her shadows - hopeless prisoners.














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Any way, please don't hate me - i really think its a beautiful poem! You know how i feel about you, BlissfulButterfly
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There were two typos "tears of flame." and "to live again", thanks for spotting them, thanks for everything
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Thy frienship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy for friendship's sake. - William Blake.
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Thy frienship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy for friendship's sake. - William Blake.
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you are welcome to visit my gallery [link]
#Jingulus
#FlashMob
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It just glitter lust
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Thy frienship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy for friendship's sake. - William Blake.
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