the young voice swaying,
praying, singing,
can you hear me?
can i die now?
and love beneath the willows of the spring
and chalk dust obscuring your face.
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I feel this is so sad.
The elements of being stripped to winter.
Love
Myra
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so short, yet so pretty. will there be a continuation?
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thank you
I don't think so. I've said all I wanted to say here. There may, however, be a revision or two of the last two lines. -
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eh, i guess i'm jus being greedy. it is beautiful as a standalone and so broad that a reader can really put their own life into the lines - which is perfection in poetry. i think, anyway.
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Very poetic Shya, but what does it mean
David
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I guess you can interpret it in different ways. Would you like me to send you a message explaining my interpretation?
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