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The Color Red

Poetry By: caralouann
Poetry



There's death spilled
upon a blanket of snow
after a hunter's kill.


Submitted:Dec 4, 2007    Reads: 101    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Blood

Missing image

There's death spilled
upon a blanket of snow
after a hunter's kill.

A river of warm blood
makes it's own canal
then pooling into a pond.

With a breeze of wind
a disarranged image appears
bringing the deer to life.

His spirit is revived
with a sacrificial prayer
roaming again free of death.

i don't know the picture owner





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