It is the dawn of a newer day, the dawn of my life,
Where the beauty of ice covered stones meets
With the reality of passion covered words,
And where lives converge upon the clouds of memories.
I have lived through it all,
Pain, suffering, defeat... anguish,
Naturally, nothing is new,
But nothing is ever old.
Life is more than what it is as well,
And you have not lived until
You have seen the curve of the sky,
Felt the grace of doves,
Tasted the aromas of the minutes before rainfall,
Or loved the earth as it once was.
A contest entry
- 10,000 POINT - 8 HOUR - 1st ANNUAL ROADDOG INTERNATIONL BLITZ POETRY CONTEST - 10,000 POINTS - PLEASE FOLKS REMEMBER IT IS APRIL FOOLS DAY by Roaddog Wolf.
475 points, ended April 2, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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oh I like what you have done with this, very nice, "With the reality of passion covered words, And where lives converge upon the clouds of memories." good write thank you for entering and good luck in the contest
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