Tag: sadness
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Come With Me
‘Come with me to the end,’ she said.‘I know of a placeWhere the wind tastes of cinnamonRivers flow cold and pure Through meadows of goldAt night clouds departAnd stars fall like snowUpon the mountaintops.Time cannot touch us there.’ I listened to herAnd fell more madly in love.We could not knowThe end lay not in golden…
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The River
The walls close in, distorted, Funneling me toward a door That separates my soul from the divine. Through the keyhole lies a world Whose edges fade into the space Between truth and lies. A river of grief flows among the brambles, Scorching its way across a blackened plain. It’s arms scrape meaning From dirt that…
Mitchel David Ring 