Dance in The GraveyardA Poem by #SecretWriterI compare you to a winter’s night, A vision of beauty and a breath of ice. Desired warmth, yet unobtained, A starry night, unclear to eyes. The pain of winters felt inside, A bite of frost, at a glance I take. A cut to the skin, so long unfelt, Imagined, deserved, lost in your wake. The stare in cold, isolated crowd, lost little boy, once found before. The noise, the scream, brilliant sound, Sweet saviour, wrecked and washed ashore. My dance, in the graveyard, My breath held inside. © 2015 #SecretWriterReviews
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5 Reviews Added on April 6, 2015 Last Updated on April 29, 2015 Author#SecretWriterRochester, Kent, United KingdomAboutMost of my characters have a dark secret, an evil plan or are just bat-s**t crazy. I'm new to most types of writing but enjoy it as often as possible. I might be a little bit crazy, but anyone w.. more.. |

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