15 february 2012
poetry
Valenzetti
Animus a truculent épée. sharp was the sound of each tear drop the taste of yesterday descending;
I like this piece. I love the verbiage you chose...the fencing term sets the imagery off with a short, unexpected stab of pain to the heart that brings tears of yesterday's remembered, and maybe regretted, and a future that will likely never be.
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I like this piece. I love the verbiage you chose...the fencing term sets the imagery off with a short, unexpected stab of pain to the heart that brings tears of yesterday's remembered, and maybe regretted, and a future that will likely never be.
report