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Adore the music
by Sam RobertsThe cold steals the air.
But the warmth of my rotting skin
replaces the elderly, wrecked, grimacing expression
that nature brought to me the day I was born.
And now Im smiling, nature stealing it back.
Idolize it, you wont see it very often.
Rake me up with that leaf you touched and kept,
pick me up safely with the music and adore. 04/20/2003 Posted on 04/20/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/20/03 at 10:47 AM I like the contrast between the two stanzas, the first very harsh in its wording, the second much more tender. Nice job Sam. |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 04/23/03 at 08:13 PM Excellent Contrast and some powerful metaphor...I really like this one... |
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