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No Translation

When the wind whips through the canyon miles from where we began, I hear echos of you. 


I can still feel the heat escaping off your chest as the smell of sandlewood, faint, wafts into my nose.  Silent glances and devilish grins spoke the language of us, a private language with no translation, that only we two could understand. Its strange how I always feel protected by a memory that noone else but you can share.



Rains falling softly at first turns violent like fists in a fit of rage. Drops becoming puddles around our ankles. We cried out our youth in tornados of passion.
Destroying everything in our path including ourselves.


I had to go...
You pushed at me.
I had to let you go...

You pulled me close.


Your arms that kept me warm in the chill of the night were supposed to remain a part of me.


YOU.



A thought that shall remain a part of my past but always haunt my future.

Author notes

written on March 29th 2008, early evening.

This was a freewrite. Subject by stargazer91 written as follows:
Your past
Write about the most peaceful moment of your past. I'm putting this topic in the Freewrite section since I don't have enough points to put it in a contest, but still. Write about your most peaceful time

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  • Hikari Lady
    August 18

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    "A thought that shall remain a part of my past but always haunt my future."

    Loved this line, could relate to it and you put it in the end which made it even more powerful. A very well written prose. thanks for entering and good luck.

    Love
    ~Noor


  • LovelyTraces
    April 29

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    "We cried out our youth in tornados of passion.
    Destroying everything in our path including ourselves."

    That was crazy amazing.
    Beautiful imagery, very lovely.


  • innocence jaded.xx
    April 12

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    -I had to go...
    You pushed at me.
    I had to let you go...

    You pulled me close.
    ...

    i LOVED how you wrote that. beautiful. also, the second stanza was most likely my favorite. it was so full of beautiful imagery and emotion.
    thank you for entering (:
    finalist♥


  • a59teeth
    March 22

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    amazed

    this is written Very well. i loved the idea of being protected by the memory shared by only the mate...and how true to love that is! this is a gorgeous poem!

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