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By Sarah Elizabeth Hume Submitted by Sarah143 Date: 2007 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.13.13.04.3536]] |
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Ice crystals form and grow upon marble graves like creeping vines. They breathe in cold whispers upon the names that sleep sweetly next to one another. And I wonder in my strange melancholy way if we will find that eternal peace side by side, in a color so pale it almost crushes ivory. Or perhaps you will find your santuary beneath the willow planted by another. An unfamiliar name and my bones dusted over another land, one you do not know. I wish I could say that we will be angels in endless fields together the jagged swords of the past swept away and old wounds healed. All I know is the only certain things, that one must live and one must die, But shall we make our paths together and end them the same...? |