Carrying whispers
inside the rustle of leaves,
a soft sigh echoing within passion's eve
the night
-- a canvas, for us to etch
our longing desires
the sweetened birth of flowers
that cast their scents into us
as I embraced ecstacy,
and our feet touched
reflected heavens
rippled inside cotton-clouds.
A contest entry
- 15 lines or less... by xTomorrowx.
450 points, ended October 26, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i like this... when i first saw the entry on my contest page it said 40 lines and i thought i would have to delete it, but i didnt, which i was very glad about =)
it is a great poem, i liked reading it very much, and thats all i can really say at the moment because im quite tired =P
thanks for entering and good luck in my contest! =)
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