She called to me by simple laughter; I turned her way as flight she gained.
To gaze upon her dampened down, a dancer, dancing to autumn winds.
She glanced my way to beg to follow, Summer’s warmth from me is drawn,
desires win,
she takes his hand;
my name
left tumbling among the leaves.
Darkness draws on early hours, let not my heart despair;
when winter, spring surrendered;
shall come again my love.
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A contest entry
- First Flight - Morning quickie by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended October 15, 2007, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"desires win,
she takes his hand;
my name
left tumbling among the leaves."
Gorgeous, Ken. Be proud of this gold; Carol is an exquisite writer with even better taste. You EARNED this one, my Friend. Well done, Poet. 
Wanda
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Oh my
This is truly gold worthy. I am so pleased to see a trophy here. Fantastic. So off the beat from your usual poems, and I really love it. Well done dear. Superb work.
I just loved your first line as well as "my name left tumbling among the leaves..." That is an amazing visual. I just smiled when I read this. And your painting is absolutely superb. Beautifully written.
YAY! Wonderful. ~Pamela 
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Congratulations on the gold, this piece really is different and it's almost like a very poetic prose in the first, but that's just part of your unique style I guess =]
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thank you, I am glad you liked, this was a hard won gold.
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what an interesting write...off the edge... nicely penned.
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Thank you, , I will treasure this gold as I thought I might never find the words your muse long hear: your contests are always a challenge to me. again, thank you.
Ken
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