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Soul fused of fire and ice Feel its profound wrath blaze Shadowing the glacial ground Its mediocre close knit stare No match for brisk ascending mist Embers die a slow death As raucous flames suddenly wither Matching that of a shriveled rose Saturation of it all Like a thief amongst the darkest night Flaws of perfection ever so eager To never be lost in transit Incessant enigmatical tussle Not even a beating heart Could fathom the vast duel Of any given moment (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
This is a thought provoking piece Monica. As always, nicely penned. Happy Holidays to you.
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Thank you, La Donna and Happy Holidays to you too.
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Monica, the imagery found in these verses stirs emotions and memories.
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I’m so happy you enjoyed this piece.
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