Skill, what skill she held!
Brought by wires and twisted words
pulled from the arms of children;
from their parents,
from their descendants,
and from the barren wombs.
Because we are hungry, always hungry
and the walls are never filled.
The lives strung from one to the other
on promises they could not keep;
all are held between my fingers
wrapped within my sleep
Where I dream, and dream of the weight of the world
for the things, the wider things
wider than this thinning air we breathe
Please tell me what you think
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Aloha!
Read the rules carefully...and put theme and PO in your AN.
Best wishes in the contest.
Write on!
*PEACE*
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Each week there seems to be something different in the requirements, so many different topics for entries, makes reading them interesting.
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Nice write...but have you read the rules for this contest? There are a few surprises...
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