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Thursday, 1 November 2012

Lost and gone.

Like a silhouette,
In candle light.
He stood out
But never shined.
Ducking his head,
With shame, remorse.
An evil smirk
Spreading across
The face paled.
The blood flowed
Seeping through
The murky snow.
One last time,
The eyes close.
A single tear
Of regret and loss.
A chilly wind,
And he’s gone.

-Momina.

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    1. I'll take that as a compliment, thank you Joy! :)

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  2. interesting :-)

    what or who inspired this?

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    1. Thank you!
      It came out of the blue, surprisingly!

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  3. Mominaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
    Staaaaaaaahp being so goood!!

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    1. Urbah, I wish I wouldn't :P You should be proud!

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  4. beautiful.
    don't lose you self after the gone one, though.

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    1. Thank you, K. I won't, this is fictitious.

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  5. Oh my God this is amazing! Last 6 lines are my favourite. Very deep indeed. ♥ Well done.

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  6. Sent chills down my spine! This is good. :]

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  7. Oh my GOD Mominaa.. That's one hell of a talent! I love you for giving me one amazing piece to read after a longggg time! Keep up the good work.. I look forward to reading some more like this one!

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    1. Thank you so much, Rafya! Your appreciation means a lot, I am glad you feel that way about one of my poems!

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