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Mia Persson


Ingrid's Farewell


At the cimmerian light of dawn
The wind brisk comes
In through a window, welcoming a breath
One sleeping wakeless, the other awaiting death.

Dawn soon left and morning arouse still
Tip of the finger, ran past the sill
Frost chills come in as a warning
Time was yet striking.

Secrets forever hived, fresh to be forgotten
At the surface a masculine body with her hopes, lying rotten
In moments the mist will enter and all will turn brief
A knock,
A whisper,
A scream,
And a tender feeling of relief.

Her heart grown too old
And none felt her soul freeze
But the departure left everything told
Ingrid's farewell was anything but concise.

A glooming body, veins pulsating at the loss
Not alone, another senses her demise,
And steals the treasure of her eyes
Leaving a bright lake and a bridge to cross.

With no more decisions or hope to reverse
Ingrid's body now floats immerse.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, February 14, 2012

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  • Rookie - 333 Points Sara Fielder (2/17/2012 6:04:00 PM)

    This poem is making me cry. Your are one of the best poets on here! Obviously no beginner at the craft. (Report) Reply

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