The mar upon the flesh
Is unsoothable, unchangeable.
It cannot be moved
And it will never be gone.
But as the clouds gather,
And show orange within the night,
Flake drift down,
Some in spirals, others straight,
But all fall down just the same.
Lighting upon the mar,
Doing the unthinkable,
Covering the flesh in a layer,
An inch thick, of healing,
Of the undeniable chance
Of the better life.
In the quiet darkness,
The clouds dissipate,
Leaving the white layer
Upon the frosty ground,
And soothing, healing,
The unsoothable.
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This one is more abstract. Feel free to try to tell me what you think it is about. INFER DAMMIT!
The meaning is what it is to you:
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This one is pretty open to interpretation I guess, but to me it's a kind of abstract way of saying that we can have a second chance no matter how marked we may have been by our past. That the future can hide our sins with a clean slate, like a fresh covering of snow that will take away our pain and leave us to make new footsteps through the snow as our old ones have been covered up. That's what I got from it and I found it a very deep and involving read. I can't see any areas that specifically need any improvement as overall I feel it is perfect as it is. Great job, keep it up!!
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The idea I had in my mind (which is by no means the only one or the right one) was that the earth is kinda like that: healable by the quiet and soothing calm that can be brought upon by snowflakes. I like your interpretation better.
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