Gently as if floats away from me,
a smooth, white light clears my mind.
A delicate flower in the tip of my fingers,
nothing more than a touch from melting away.
Faintly it disappears from view and touch,
nothing to become from a invisible.
Don't quietly float away like my flower.
A contest entry
- Softly by Lj-.
300 points, ended February 19, 2008, 19 entries
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Nice ending line.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck.
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