Poem -
red slushy.
A red slushy,
Thus heart does slow,
I cast thy loss,
Across thy snow,
A razor sharp,
The pain does flow,
Crimson red,
I also seek death,
amits the snow,
The pain of loosing thee,
No one,
Nor thee ,
will ever know,
In death the light,
Thus lets go.
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Hey Nardine, I am oh so familiar with this subject matter........interesting delivery....but the message is clear...I'm hoping this is a distant memory............strong write............tony
ps. the imagery of the blood on the snow......is stellar...t. xx
your a darling Tony, we don't have snow where i live,in Australia, and I've never had the chance to see snow as yet, this write came to me in the shower this morning , the pain of loss i have had imprison my heart, but i would never, much love to you sweetheart xx Nardine Sanderson xx
Hey Nardine, I'm a nerd....that's two in a row where I was "off base".....sorry sweetie........T
Its okay sweetheart,most of my poems are about my life in form, but not all, as this one shows, you weren't to know, love to you, needn't ever apologize xx big smiles to you, Nardine xx
Sweet..beautiful lines are.."Across thy snow, A razor sharp, the pain does flow,..."..speculative device,..with love ...xx Ravindra Kumar xx
Dearest ravindra Kumar thank you, much love nardine xx