I walk along your midnight sky
tracing fingers in the clouds
ignoring all the passer-by's
walking slow then sitting down.
I dig my toes into the sand
letting music drag them in
picking grains up all by hand
thinking how we're all akin.
I count the grains out one by one
seeing how they're all the same
keeping track until I'm done
giving each a different name.
I stand again and walk some more
smelling scarlet on the air
feeling how the earth is sore
knowing that it isn't fair.
Author notes
Written October 3rd, 2003
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A contest entry
- A first contest...........different options... by UnhookTheStars.
300 points, ended March 3, 2004, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Gorgeous. I love the rhythm. This is so eloquently stated. It makes me believe you want to make a difference. The background is stunning and very appropriate. Excellent. Thanks for entering.
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What a beautiful picture you've created here. A captivating tale that plays upon the heart. Keep up the outstanding writting, you have a wonderful talent!
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Wow, you rhyme and flow like no other, this poem is just one in a million. I loved it. Don't ever stop what you do.
~Era -
this is very good, it paints a story in your head and you get absorbed in it, great write! thanks for entering!
best of luck,
hannah
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