When sobs have turned to
whispers, ashes to dust,
my soul bleeds azure ink,
eloquent tears from deepest
concaves of my heart,
consecrated to pages
of my memory, forever lost.
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A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT QUICKIE by penman.
525 points, ended February 7, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oh this is lovely! Congrats on the Bronze!! very moving write. expressive.
blessings *stomps

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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.

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good stuff!





