I sit on the corroded windowsill,
flakes of glass carresed the earth
long ago, when the sun was whole
and colors of dreams supported these walls.
I am drawn in white and ether
masterpiece of a different era,
now I stand as a haunting clue,
of a fairytale well forgotten.
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http://zemotion.deviantart.com/art/Forgotten-Fairytales-58397032
Comments
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I like the direction you've taken with this one.
Expressing deeper thoughts that lean towards the
darker side with stark metaphor that can be taken
in several directions. I did find 'a' used in all
three of the last lines slowing the pace a bit.
Also caressed has a small misspell. Blue
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