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Our Summit

On the day I die,
Under a deep grey sky,
Take me to the summit of the hill
Where the ancient oak tree grows
And where we left our childhood woes
And we practice our free will,
Staying up in late night hours
Because we knew the world was ours.

Walk me under
So I may finally rest,
Seeking refuge unpossessed.

You'll visit me with each day to pass
Until the upturned dirt births new grass, 
Erasing any evidence of time.
The stone above my head is what's left of my face.
There, you'll leave sweet sented flowers in a vase: 
Memories of happiness in its prime.

And with every day going,
The flowers will dry
And one by one, die inside.
Your visits start slowing,
And my sorrows quit
Because there at our lone summit,
You will be laying right next to me.

Author notes

Notice that this poem covers life and death in the presence of love.

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  • Ami
    April 7

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    Wow that was really good
    Great Write and
    Thank You For Entering
    Good Luck


  • Lae Fyrestorme
    March 22

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    Beautiful. This is amazing... Thanks for entering

    ~Lae


  • Never Known
    March 21
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    good luck


  • Amandainlove
    March 21
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    I like it.


  • LoveNeverDies.
    March 4

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    Beautiful...

    i really enjoyed reading this, such an easy flow, depth of emotions, it's a great write.

    Thankyou for entering LoveNeverDies,

    Goodluck

    (:

  • piccola silver member
    October 24, 2008

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    going along fine and then I stumbled over L8 of S1 ... the word because is misspelled. You might want to fix that


  • The Slant
    October 22, 2008
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    this is a really interesting idea for a poem. i really like the line "we practice our free will" and the way it flows into the love you are talking about. i don't like the rhyme of face with vase. it sounds kind of forced. unfortunately i like the beginning more than i like the end. great imagery.


  • Nidaeah
    October 10, 2008

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    Beautiful.

    Thank you for this piece. It is very moving. I love the lines

    "There, you'll leave sweet sented flowers in a vase:
    Memories of happiness in its prime.

    And with every day going,
    The flowers will dry
    And one by one, die inside."

    It is excellent imagery. I enjoyed this. Again, thatnk you and good luck!

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