When
you laugh:
sunshine lifts
the darkness of
(my heart). Tickling and
tanning my skin-- ultra
violet (quiet light) drips
through leaves and branches, spilling out
patterning our joy, sunshine like rain
Author notes
You aren't allowed to be biased.
And... if only I had another line.
A contest entry
- Colour And Sound. by The Burning Year.
1500 points, ended November 15, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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The title is captivating. And then the lines do not disappoint. But give the reader much to ponder and relate so well to the chosen color. Blue
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