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Coloring Loss (Free verse) by molly

When the sun is in my eyes When I taste my hair in my mouth, When my tears blur the landscape When I wear raindrops as others wear jewels I start to think of you, and a million other memories arise resurrected from their graves to haunt me. Like ashes in a fireplace an unexpected wind carried you off, I can still see you flying spiraling through the soot of the chimney-- the blackest color: black as oblivion black as naught black as love's suicide-- into the cold, pulsating night air. You leave me standing at the edge of the world, holding nothing but black in my hands.

horus8 30-Jul-02/7:14 PM
As the young man ran through the cornfield he felt a million ears race throgh his fingers..and then their was silence...his smile was ear to ear.. your work is exquisitely descripive yet romantically short.compact.desirable.generous.opal. you pass. you r molly.your beak sings well




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