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three days of aching brilliance,
absence of a shroud,
as worn, these footsteps
rearrange themselves;
illumination echoes,
rumbles, resounds.
despite your absence
my nights grow less silent,
and on this shore
these hours here
are drifting steadily away
from alone.

12 May 07

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This seems as though it's written to be a hopeful piece, but, it made me completely sad.

lovely although painful.
 — adiscodancer

Your wording is good as it invokes powerful images. Just not sure about the last line. Could you explain it?
 — angrychick

You evoke the pain of parting in a striking way. This poem has wow factor

larry such sweet sorrow lark
 — larrylark