Spring, summer, autumn,
winter, sun, moon, stars,
snow, rain, winds, laughing,
joy, crying, grief; birds fly
over the falling snow, life
must go; someone died I
guess, bury them deep, deep,
deep they will not rise from
this sleep, frail things enclose
the soul; eternity descending,
its beauty rendering death;
silence immense; the
assassination of freedom
intense.
©2014.copulingofthoughts.annjohnsonmurphree
Very provocative…..
Death or dimensional movement? So many secrets yet to learn….
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Thank you Rob, I appreciate your comments and enjoy your critiquing them with a few words of what I believe to be encouragement to continue creating. Thank you, Ann
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I have always admired your work, Ann….and if I could just figure out how to paint 😉
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A means of working when the well of words run dry helps! Sincerely, Ann
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diggin’ the flow a lot. love surreal endings to poetry. well done..
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Thank you. ann
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Oh Ann, you are so creative. You use words as I use salt and pepper!
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Thank you my far away friend. Ann
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