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"Speckles" MAG

By Anonymous

Ever since memory was born in me
I have known this name
Spoken in the soft, wispy voice
Of my father
Much like
The whispering that occurs
Between trees
That languidly dance in the untamed wind
In the aftermath of a storm

I can still hear his voice
Tumbling gently through my thoughts
"Speckles"

With my face, adorned with chestnut freckles
Resting in the hands of my lover
Who grins wickedly and speaks,
"Freckles"
A shiver of yearning tears through my body
I can only counter him with a wry smile
Reminiscing
With an inevitable pain
That lies in my throat
Like cold
Broken glass

I miss him



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i love this so much!

on Sep. 11 2013 at 11:50 am
Poetic21 BRONZE, Cahokia, Illinois
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that was beautiful i lost my dad in 2003 so i understand what you are writing about,,, your adjectives and describing words were wonderful all together great peice of work

on Sep. 5 2010 at 11:57 am
chastity SILVER, Beckley, West Virginia
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take me as i am or take me as i leave

i love this peace i get the meaning if this is true im srry