Avalanche

Avalanche long poem

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Well and the voice of you keeps echoing,
echoing in my head, swearing by the moon
and stars above now that you found me
there could be no other love yes I can still
hear your voice and those words you said
echoing in my head but it’s just the memories
of you, the memories of you and me like when..
when we used to play in those fields of gold
before those mountains grew heavy in snow
now only in my dreams do you ever come back
to me, I must be crazy to keep that old
flame burning in my heart, it’s just like an
AVALANCHE falling down to the ground and
now I’m in over my head frozen in my tracks
and left for dead…
oh but I can still hear your voice echoing in
in my head, saying I’ll always be here standing
right by your side, well how was I played the fool
no it’s not the first time but this time I really fell
head over heels for you just like an AVALANCHE
coming down hard and fast, just like an AVALANCHE
and in over my head, in over my head and left, left
for dead!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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