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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 8:39 am
The Dance of Souls
I don’t mourn,
I dance.
The day disperses,
The light of the sun disappears…
But the light of the moon takes its place,
Revealing all the gravestones in it’s wake.
All the souls of the ones that were
Rise to greet their hours of temporary life.
They speak, chattering amongst themselves…
And then they dance.
Oh, the dance of the souls is beautiful.
They are wispy and transparent-
You can see the moonlight through them,
As it follows their footsteps upon the green grass.
They sway and spin,
All in an endless line…
An endless line of souls.
They aren’t angry or sad that they are dead.
They watch the people they had loved mourn for them,
But only temporarily do they regret their passing.
The flowers left move in the gentle breeze
And give a whole other meaning of life to the graveyard.
And they continue to dance.
Oh, the dance of the souls is beautiful.
They are slow and graceful;
They feel they have all the time in the world.
But the sun will rise and take away the darkness.
The souls must return to their graves for just a little while…
Until night falls again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:31 pm
I really like this poem. It flows nicely and has a lot of description. I don't have a lot of pointers on what to change right now though. I"ll get back to you. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 2:45 pm
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