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Shift
It is too late now,
Shift into the river.
Shoving brick walls,
Imaginary lines blur.
Reserve a space,
Down like a dog I will go.
Steps expand,
Trembling mirrors.
Shift into the river,
Freezing bone cradle.
It glides across the surface,
Tainted waters.
Inform me again,
Cannot grasp the rose.
Reserve a space,
Down like a dog I will go.
Shift into the river,
Soundly drown.
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Comments
Rowan Says:
I really, really like this. It made me shiver. You've a way with words, that's for certain. Good work!
mercury yume Says:
wow, that's very very clever. I love that you achieved so much with so 'little'.
Steps expand,
Trembling mirrors.
This really grabbed me, especially when I tried to think about 'ripples' being there instead, making me realise even more how superior those two lines are.
Smiling Devil Says:
I like this poem very much, it's very descriptive, although you use such a little amount of words! It's really admirable.