tales of the men at dawn, whom youth flew, some swam some drowned, all of the Dead will always be alive; snowy numb bird by the nightfall. tales of the kids with clenched fists, in thousands of agonies — they exist. mornings and nights in the nothingness shoved. tales of the days that are yet to come, speaking of a world novembering, figures in the rain and jesters on the road, all before whom I stand, just like you, fratello mio.
#Tales
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muted bone
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I really like the imagery in this:) great job you did here
thanks jood
muted bone
It just felt quiet and heavy reading this like i was walking through fog surrounded by memories and ghosts
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It just felt quiet and heavy reading this like i was walking through fog surroun...
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fading skiff
i love this piece! the imagery is on point!!!
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violet field
Interesting choice to only capitalize the word Dead. Love the imagery here. Snowy numb birds…
Also really like the word “novembering”, to become like November. What a chilly poem.