Horizon shifts from hues of blue to albino,
bringing with it promises of coal eyed men.
Thoughts of battle stations and ammo from the sky.
Overwhelming covers that measure
as deep as the abyss, of glitter winds
that fall upon you graciously...astounding
ambiance in unique ways of passing,
while blowing you chapped cool kisses.
The rapture of solitude is seclusive
clarity, in divine richness.
Crimson embers cackle at the backs
of tiny faces pressed to cold glass.
Witness to nature's pearly frosting.
Awaiting furie's submission,
to a new born wonderland.
A contest entry
- Learners INC Group Face-Off Challenge by The Inc.
775 points, ended April 8, 2008, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Thoughts of battle stations and ammo from the sky." that made me think of star wars RotS coruscant spce battle. dunno why.
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Ok...
we are describing something and our Group Leader has to guess what it is...
sorry if it baffles you in reading.
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Beautiful piece
Great word choice. One of your best
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Thanks Amazira
I appreciate the comment and support. Could not have done this w/o garbit
indeed he is a pleasure to work with.
Creative minds, think well
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Thanks you two for participating. I knew I could count on you. ;P
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Thanks Me
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