As the clouds passed between
the bright sun and my eyes
they became black to me
and white to the light
before they were gray
it was night.
A contest entry
- ANYTHING SHORT by Blooming Poet.
400 points, ended March 7, 2008, 105 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrites Mania by Celticmoon.
450 points, ended March 30, 2008, 84 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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I am not even going to bother in killing my eye sockets in trying to read this black fonted write being overpowered by the backdrop border
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beautful descriptions here, you really know how to use yourr muse to your advantage. thank you for entering such a short and talented poem. i love it in everyway.


