beneath the old oak tree,
i will wait for you...
till all the golden leaves
fall one by one.
the shadows grow long,
as autumn sings its final song,
yet on the bench, i'm sitting strong,
knowing soon you'll be coming along.
i watched another golden leaf falling,
landing in my outstretched hand,
they're so few now, my heart begins to sing
every leaf that falls, tells me that you're near.
impossible is nothing... a promise
is a promise to a heart that believes,
a long time has passed since we made this pact,
and this faith brought my lover back.
A contest entry
- Everchanging (PIC CONTEST!) by AgoniesQueen.
575 points, ended September 10, 2007, 8 entries
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Comments
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wow great write
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The ending was beautifully written. You're rhyming was also tasteful, and I appreciate that. I love the title and the imagery this poem shows.
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GOOD
This has good imagery. I Like "impossible is nothing... a promise
is a promise to a heart that believes,
a long time has passed since we made this pact,
and this faith brought my lover back" It's a nice happy ending
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