From the Front
Standing beneath a lamppost,
Darkness consumes the world,
Outside my tent of light,
White flakes dance their life away,
Drifting ever down in the sky,
Melting softly against my cheek,
Between the cracks of my smile,
A bitter, salty tang slides,
Knowing that this is no dream,
Finding silent absolution,
With my arms spread wide,
Amidst the pure white whirl,
Clutching your folded letter close,
I gather you in my arms once more,
You're coming home.
The End
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My fervent hope is that each and every one of my works will always speak for themselves without any need for explanations from me. I believe that anything you need to know about this story should be located somewhere within it. If this is not true, please, let me know so that I may address the issue properly.So, thank you. Please enjoy. Your thoughts and comments are most welcome.
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From the Front, which
was posted on Jul 13, 2011 by
YAK.
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About this poem
"Someone gets a bit of news."
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Imagery, Just for Fun, Narrative / Ballad
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