in a pedestal
i rest
just for your pleasure
that you share with others too
snowflakes fall on me
are my memories
from the cold and the white
just what i have
in a petrified body
curious fingers, slip over me
on my carved heels
i feel the strength
back
a smooth heat…..
in my sleepy remembrance
fluttering
heat, heat….
trying to spell out from my frozen mouth
OH!
i no longer need to move
i can accept the loneliness
and be forgotten
so, when time is my enemy
pain could join to others pains
and enforce your power
petrified i can forget
and just sleep forever
made out of marble
pain remembrance is most powerful that love…
in my niveous tomb
with the white and the cold
of fake snowflakes, inert
lying over me
a place where lies are sweet….
Beautiful poem, form a beautiful poetress!!
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Thank you Allan…Now you make the limit what is possible or not…Thank you
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