This is a wonderful little poem by Surangi Perera
It was a cold summer day,
I walked through the graveyard,
Enticing myself with the surreal surrounding.
The conspicuous marble headstone with the eight red topaz gems,
Allured me and sent chills down my sides.
I felt the touch on my left shoulder,
The cold sublime touch that shriveled my skin
And lurked through me, gliding me past the bare tombs.
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This poem is reallt great! I love her imagry and I too feel that it needs to be expanded more.
Why is the character in the graveyard? What is going to happen there? Why is the graveyard so important to the character?
Those sort of things! I cannot wait to see what she does!
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