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Dani-the-Naiad

Published: Oct 14, 2009

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Literature Text

It's so cold

Bare pale feet rest
on solid stone earth

Plain gray dress
shifts slightly in the breeze

Pale glassy eyes
cold as slate
stare ahead

A raspy gasp
stolen from her chalky lips
shatters the silence

Her breathe forms a plume
in the wintry air
It rises above her head
a fountain of steam
connecting her frigid form
to the gray sky

Black tresses swirl around her
Her eyes close coldly
and she falls
collapsing
graceful as a bird
plummeting to silence

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*edit*added more breaks in the stanzas via suggestion
This beautiful artwork is called "The Art of Dying" and it has been linked to my written work.