Amber

No trace after they’ve passed through

only echoes that no one is there to hear

the woods empty and waiting

holes left where the nails were driven

the white flesh weeping amber

and in its depths this feeling, crystallized

the empty swell in silent collapse

All that’s left is for the sun to rise

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Mitchel David Ring

skylinerise says:

June 24, 2021 at 9:16 am

I totally feel it. Lovely poetry! ❤

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- Mitchel David Ring says:
  
  June 24, 2021 at 11:46 pm
  
  Thanks so much (:
  
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  - skylinerise says:
    
    June 25, 2021 at 5:04 am
    
    You are most welcome ❤
    
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Susan Canganelli says:

June 24, 2021 at 12:02 pm

This is a wonderful poem!

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- Mitchel David Ring says:
  
  June 24, 2021 at 11:47 pm
  
  Thanks Susan (: much appreciated! cheers
  
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