An eerie Zone of Love

In eerie zone, i exist in love.
when step ahead for the light of it,
I burn my soul, by guarding its ridge
and budging back pokes in the storm of memories
that snatches away my identity.





Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-06-09 at 12:55

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Kathy Lockhart
the eeriness zone of love can be quite so, but without it, where would we be. I would rather live in that zone than to live outside it in places of condemnation and hatred.

This is an awesome complex piece which has a fluidity about it. It moves in its realm but transcends concrete definition.
xx kathy
2008-06-09