Today, my dreams are wilting
Like summer flowers
In a waterless month.
There’s a certain perfume
That never returns
Once the heavenly scent
Has wafted away.
The fragrance of sunlight
In a girl’s hair
Is an intoxicating aroma,
A lovely bouquet
I no longer expect to hold.
A contest entry
- Anything Goes... As long as it's deep... by CrystalJet.
450 points, ended March 3, 2007, 93 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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a neat write, as always -- full of melancholy and hopelessness, yet still so lovely!
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Wonderfully sad, you have certainly cornered the market with this kind of write honey. I especially love the first stanza, beautifully done. Jan
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Hmmm... this is an interesting piece, I don't know what to say...
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