The melodies cross the streets, carried
by the high winds. The tones so soft
and gentle for the natural ear, they
cannot be heard. And still, she sings.
The passerby walks on, dazed. Too much
in a hurry, they ignore the feeble cadence,
almost too natural and naïve. A beautiful
masterpiece left fragmented and deaf. And still, she sings.
She stands there, unoticed. Cast off
like a doll, with a beautiful voice. And still, she sings.
Author notes
"Walking through life unnoticed
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in their masquerade
No one sees her there
And still she sings"
***Finished
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie - 10X10X10 by Noir mariposa...x.
450 points, ended March 12, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So...
Comments
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Ooo I likes it, its very well written and flowed nicely. If it isn't finished then it's still awesome. Thank you for entering,
Noir xx
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its beautiful....
or at least so far it is i cant wait to read the final draft
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