My Immortal
by Maple Tree Aug 31, 2016
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A bloody cloak twas draped upon scorched shoulders |
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9 years agoby Dean Kuch
Such a melancholy musing, dear poet.
Darkly decadent.
I enjoyed this free verse frolic through the shadows.
~Dean Kuch -
9 years ago
by Rob
Nicely Done! Loved this one!!
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9 years ago
by Brenda
Andrea, you continue to blow me away with your writes. This love, though sounding wrong in so many ways somehow just needs to be.
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9 years ago
by Em
Like a love affair gone wrong.
Another beautiful piece. Em -
9 years ago
by Mr. Darcy
Hello Andrea,
Life has many lessons to learn. Some if not most we know from practical application, whist others from pure theory.
Theory is okay, but you can't beat allowing the lesson to be taught, lessons such as: love and winter.
Usually love is associated with warmth and the season summer: summer love, Springtime lovers.
Here love is cold, the kisses are evil and etched with death. To me it's like loving at the end of a life (Winter), or when it's wrong in some way. I feel a sense of primal need for knowledge, an acceptance of letting go and offering oneself to a guilty pleasure.
The lesson learned is that, love can still feel romantic no matter the season, just as long as the romantic moon is high.
Well done, Andrea, another piece of art.
Take care,
Michael x
