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Poetry By: afatrat

This is what happens when you stick me outside in the dead of the wintry night with a stubborn dog and a pen and pad to keep me company.

Submitted:Dec 26, 2011    Reads: 12    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Pure field of snow

Unglimpsed by man or beast

Dark patch rising

Cold hard stones awaken

A low growl

A tiny bubble rises

A rivulet of black

Bleeding mountain

Dark heart pierced

By the sweet, innocent wind

of Fate

Reminder of lifelight's abandon

Quivering, shivering, falling mountain

From untouched earth

They shatter and break

Shiver and quake

Darkness pouring from within

Angry ink across the page

The field of untouched snow.


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