Gone the dreams from angel's time,
Left in soot and often grime.
Dusted off my hands worn through,
I'll whisper all my thoughts to you.
Drawn by sweetest honey's kiss;
Cooled for all the quiet bliss.
Soon, my treasure, I will claim--
All of word, of heart the same!
Painted love that drowns the soul,
Taking all the hearts of coal...
Pardon such this writer's hand,
I beg to tell them where we stand.
Author notes
Basically, I'm sort of talking to the book as I'm writing it here. *shrug* It seemed to work right well to me.
A contest entry
- A Book... by Annie12.
300 points, ended June 30, 2007, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a very very good
entry - I think you've
done something beautiful
here. Love, Lane
PS: Congrats on the bronze!
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