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Poetry News Post #4233

Silver

Written by: Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song
Date: Friday, January 18th, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone



Silver

You came to me, eyes cold,
lips unmoving, unsmiling
I cried, voiceless
as you touched me,
hand warm against
cold granite cheek.
Limbs stiff, locked
I struggled against my prison
Eyes cold, lips umoving,
I smiled at you
With quiet thoughts
of morning dew
and softly growing moss,
cracks.
Eyes unmoving, lips cold,
I cried silver.



Penned by my hand on the 16th of Miraman, in the year 616 AF.


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