fingertips search
heavenly skies
reaching to touch
passersby's
seeking face
and lost form
craving familiar warmth
of a child born
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie ~*~ 10. 20 by Asfand.
450 points, ended October 12, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ooh. Nice. You took the picture and made a story out of it in 20 words, which you made look so easy, too.
Good job.
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Very beautiful ~


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Excellent!
I love this, the rhythmic flow is superb, best of luck to you! -
What an interesting thought--seeking lost form. Very nice. Such pensive longing--to seek to know self and form like a child being born. I never would have perceived the angel in this way. This was truly lovely.







