you'll remember me when the westwind moves
over the valleys of fluttering doves
singing our love songs into the night
with lyrics that were ours to write
now the cold waters pass through your lungs
winds cry your whispering tongue's
into the westwinds now I remember
our warm love on that cold September
A contest entry
- Work my favourite lyrics - not that hard! by Morgaine.
400 points, ended July 4, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Love this... it is eternal in a way. It even feels a bit dark but that makes it even more raw and powerful. The fact that you used the words warm and cold empowered it even more. Amazing! Thanks for entering and good luck! Love, Morgaine
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"I will see the movie 'In Bruges' in 2008 when it's released
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