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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

What is the meaning of life? Irrelevant but as of now, I cannot quite describe the feelings I had when I wrote this. Perhaps to express the cold, dense, thoughts that have been clustering around in my head. Frustratingly enough, I have been going through mental-turmoil trying to express myself of late.
Thank you very much for reading my poem!



Cold fires burn in nocturne,

Above voids of white,

Fusion of fire, with vigor churn

Tear drops milk horizon's light


Flaxen on sheet of black,

Obscure saturn's stealth

For no distance, crack,

The luminescent serene


Celestial orb stand on high

Burning like a frozen sun

Caught between amber flies

Submerged by glitter; overrun


Naught could falter the war

Between hot and cold

Light's pull slackened and poor

Enough for shadow to take hold

Submitted: February 14, 2016

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Jeff Bezaire

Strong visuals in this piece. There's a cold, but mystifying element to your use of words.
"Tear drops milk horizon's light" - my favourite line.

Mon, February 15th, 2016 6:39pm


Many thanks for the comment. I am happy that you like it! Your words mean a lot to me. :)

Mon, February 15th, 2016 4:45pm

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