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Angel in the SnowAngel in the SnowAngel in the Snow
As I wander through the lost forest deep on a road of loneliness, all my own there amidst those looming, wicked trees I spot such wonder, an angel in the snow.
She is white, and pure, and fresh reflecting lonely, beautiful love but a mere image, an impression left my angel stares at the sky above.
Will she be but temporary, faded away by the time, the snow and wind? Will I find her here another day to gaze upon her image again?
Or will I meet the woman who makes this image that I know, and follow in her footsteps,
by ~notharold
untitled: not about the seathe yellow shore where wash the hollow glimpses of more the ever changing crystal surface in the sun or dark and strange under rain a sea is beautiful for these thingsuntitled: not about the sea
but my love is not given to the shore I send it to the dark and unseen floor that shapes the sea with contours never known for sight can't pierce that guarded world below
underneath, where shipwrecks sink away into the deep blue, true topography where swim the creatures strange, and forgotten not extinct but never told, secrets those strange demons hold
above the surface shimmers
by ~notharold
Lines and DotsLines and Dots - a title that has no meaning with the poemLines and Dots
You lead me through my life. Each moment clacks by underneath me. I am a passenger on some train - following a track your soul has quietly laid. I can be a hobo hitching a ride. I can be a tourist with romantic mind. or I can be the train, I can be the line.
You occupy my mind. Thoughts seem disconnected, a spec floating in nothing. They jump from one another. One to the next. I am reminded of childrens games. Thoughts are a giant connect-the-dots. Those lines surely form your image. Wit
by ~notharold
untitled: When the soul is...When the soul is thin yet will not be broken by the blade; the skin gives in, but life won't fade, I wonder why you choose this place. Then I remember.. that blade across my own face.untitled: When the soul is...
When your costume's frayed, ragged and tattered yet still worn; for all displayed your true, yet filtered form, I wonder if the world is sane. Through all the mess.. I find quiet beauty in your pain.
I'd die to light your soul again.
by ~notharold
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