holding on
to the ghost of yesterday
hair in tangles; a mess
clothes tattered and torn
with no spare
she goes on
her feet are those
of a fairy's
soft and small
but leaving a path
of extraordinary selflessness
feathers in her hair
and a dream- catcher
no one believes
a person who looks so poor
has the power
to give away the richest of possessions-
love
until that kind person
comes along,
she will just go on
not harming anybody
but losing a bit of herself
being erased by the hand
of evil
Author notes
http://deathpoem.deviantart.com/art/freesia-blackfeather-4133601
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest by Denierim.
1000 points, ended January 5, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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Oh, I like this. The thought of that one person walking on this land, helping others but never getting anything back... So sad. I love your wording and the fact you can bring life to your words in a way that not many can do right. All along while reading this, I had a picture of a small poor girl on my mind who just gives her love to those who simply pass her by. But no one notices her. She just keeps walking that path until at least one person comes and rescues her from the loneliness... Wuah, this is just too sad and too beautiful at the same time!
Amazing work with this one; keep it up!
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Thank you for the lovely comment! it really brightened my day.
best of wishes in the contest.
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