Afterlife

Afterlife

A Poem by Ina Waltz

I grasped my wrist and slid my hand towards my elbow.
After the sensation of a sudden touch
I felt the golden hair crashing on my skin as I passed them

That's how it felt when you left.

© 2012 Ina Waltz


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great work

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting description. Need punctuation at the end of the second and third lines. I'd recommend a comma then a period.

Posted 9 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

another great short with so much meaning

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Added on December 31, 2012
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Tags: love, intimate, poetry, romance, leaving

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Ina Waltz
Ina Waltz

Zagreb, -- Please Select --, Croatia



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I write poetry and short stories. I also draw and paint abstract images that my mind creates in order to understand the world and myself. I cannot live without creative outlet; when I don't write/pain.. more..

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