She is but a silhouette
that once was real
when a crisp autumn day
took her very breath away
The texture of the winds
a realm which transcends
there along the side of the road
lay the book she clasp as it took hold
a ring of tears inside
from her pale face that cried
Now the pages fan in the breeze
and curl the edges from drip off the trees
she had only wanted to forget
when she paused to pick a violet
Author notes
Word Bank: pale, crisp, texture, violet, ring, book, fan, clasp, drip and silhouette
A contest entry
- For The Simple Minded by Dalaney.
900 points, ended March 29, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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very nice. I love "Now the pages fan in the breeze" Such a peaceful image you have drawn here. Thank you for entering my contest. Love, Lane
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nice
nice write for the prompt . . liked "She is but a silhouette" and "she had only wanted to forget" . .
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