Scalloped edges of a perfect tranquility,
Ignorant to its own iridescent beauty.
Rioting colors radiating from the center,
Like that of an ideal day's winter.
Then, by some miracle of nature,
Comes this foreign creature.
A luminous circle of purest white,
This pearl that captures the worlds light.
A contest entry
- Poetically Speaking In 8 Short Lines. by Poetryintheblood.
350 points, ended August 16, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, Josephine

