The bride walks to the table,
Just as it was a fable.
She watches the clock,
And sees it is 3 o'clock.
She gathers up her Robe,
And looks to the above.
The past has gone,
And the new has begun.
For here comes the bride,
All dressed in white.
A contest entry
- Any Wedding by Shancy Fayre.
500 points, ended March 10, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think.
Comments
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You show a lot of strength in your writing for an eleven year old girl. I really enjoyed this poem. Shancy.
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Weshnaw, and and, thx for the... complement
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