Rainy Martini

December 04, 2011

Winter Thirst

The joy of not
knowing
casual retreat
to oblivion
Maybe innocence?
How long should I
wait
for snow to chew
and cold
to hug my sweating
spirit?
The rippling ice
forever
cutting into my burns
The angry white
heat
of snowflakes gently
melting
I cannot discern
Then perhaps
it would be best
not to know
winter
after all.
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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous4/12/11

    Why aren't you writing lyric poems anymore? Switched to free-verse? I prefer your rhymes, they're cool.

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  2. Sha4/12/11

    It's called change of heart ma belle

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  3. Czarina Mae4/12/11

    Awww. That's a really nice poem <3

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  4. BEBE4/12/11

    nice poem sis <3 share more! :D I wish I was as poetic as you :)

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  5. Gel5/12/11

    Another nice piece of work :)

    BTW I tweaked my giveaway's mechanics a bit ;) Hope you could check. Thanks!

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  6. Michael5/12/11

    Beautiful!

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