Ere the morrow dawned, in sprightly dance,
those hollow letters of your lips
breathed in midnight's lonely lament,
and I verbalized each silence
with concrete verse of unheard hymn.
I paled in your wake, as thristy love
wilts in chiding ecstacy,
so you hold me in your palms
smeared with yester-sins;
you see my eyes as a mirage
of fragmented compassion,
littered across wordy roads,
and I string my name on a tune;
and play it
'pon your forgotten flute.
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Quote Prompt.
15 lines
A contest entry
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450 points, ended May 20, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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aww...every word was jus so beautiful wow - u're just amazinG !! ~.~"
---> its ending part jus takes away the heart of reader ^ ^
littered across wordy roads,
and I string my name on a tune;
and play it
'pon your forgotten flute.
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wow! this had great emotions that pierced through my heart! it was wonderful.... an awesome write filled with deep emotions... well used metaphors! >.< Keep penning kays...
~RANJI
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So beautifully written with emotion that touches your heart. Your words are so very powerful, and really give brilliant insight to the quote. You brought the quote to life, you really took it and played with it, tore it to make it your own. Your originality shines bright. You are very talented. Keep writing!
Thanks for sharing & best of luck to you
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