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Statue of ice

Updated on April 17, 2017

I am darling, statue of ice
I died but my heart is still alive;
in the spring when love blooms
my love is deeply hidden in tombs.

Beams of miraculous sun don't reach me
but still I live in their chains
and with your every tear I'm slowly melting
then love, there is no worse pain.

When your tears, on my icy hands, fall
the enchanting song wakes me up
Living for the flash of the beauty,
Is it my gift, cross or duty?

Hear my knocking! My voice from the grave!
Nailed in ice and covered with autumn gold leaves
I sleep in my verses
hoping that you'll be raised from the ashes.

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      Patty Florence 7 months ago from Illinois

      Your poem about an ice statue reminded me of a wedding! Even if it is about a funeral I still like it.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 7 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most inspired and creative poetry.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 7 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow! This is deeply sad. I felt the pain in your verses..

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      Hari Prasad S 7 months ago from Bangalore

      Wow.... What a great poetry. Loss of loved ones has never been expressed like you have. Excellent.

      - hari

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      Threekeys 7 months ago from Australia

      Haunting and delicate.