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A lone ragged figure stands
and looks through the pane
in the midst of the northern wind
that carries drums and gushes of water
crashing about her
Into and through her
tearing and tangling raven-like hair and
pale face smeared with the stains
of reality
That never seem to wash away
But for a flicker of light through the dark glass
that emanates the warmth
and what seems sincere joy of others
as she watches the surface in desperate longing
for the moment when the clear bead necklaces vanish
and the sun reappears
to offer its comforting and long awaited light2
but only for a moment…3






! and seriously if i could write poems like this i would because this is probably one of the best poems i've read in a long time you can really feel the emotions oozing off the words!



But then I wasn't the best at Lit at school .. 
Keep up the great work!











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