Gossamer

A Poem by quoth_the_raven

A short poem, pretty much about how I hate alarm clocks.

The silky, gossamer web of a dream,

misted with the dewey drops of morning.

A chill wind rips through the silver strands,

dissipating any distinct memories.

With the blaring wind of the alarm clock,

The gossamer web of dream is blown away.

© 2014 quoth_the_raven

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Added on December 21, 2013
Last Updated on January 4, 2014

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quoth_the_raven

Fairbanks, AK

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Hey, My name is Raven. I'm totally into poetry (Poe is my favorite, of course) and I love writing short, scary stories. Anyone who's had experience writing this way, I'd really love the input.... :) more..