The beads of sweat
on your forehead
sparkle
as they gently
flow down toward
the cheeks
and your
appreciative
smile.
In a list
A contest entry
- sick to death of winter scenery by Suzanne Dia.
450 points, ended December 19, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the suggestion here without throwing it in my face. Well, at least to me, there is a reason she is sweating
This is really beautiful in a very gentle way.
Thanks for entering.
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