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Softened hearts to please,
as I rest in purple heather
placing feathers, in waiting
of your seasonal song
hearts to ache
as reflections
of arched moons,
sipping on horizons
to seek my lips
through dawns sway.
I lost my Halo,
whence your mistrals
came sweeping
hence to echo pleading sigh,
in migration's pattern
opening soul to reverence
of love-bird's season.
~
A contest entry
- PIF Saturday Quickie by kaibab.
475 points, ended September 23, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Oh you did such an wonderous job with this
for your words painted a beautiful picture
Rifktin -
Oh how you feather recalls the breath
September blew in grass straw melting
such wibd to bubble time in capsule
whenquiver quote Frost in season...
such a good poem...thanks
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WOW. This was just too awesome, darl~ Towards the end, just gorgeous... you are AWESOME, dude. AWESOME.
KK
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