Disasterous miracles,
pacified dreams,
scattered remnants
amoungst sparkling stars.
Praying to silent heathens
that someone would hear the cries.
Blood on porcilean floor tile
tells the stories of the world,
how it will all be washed away
By an Angel's tears.
Author notes
I've been dying to use this prompt.... So I did ^^
'Broken mosaic tiles lay beneath her feet'
Danneh<3
A contest entry
- 3rd Round(Invite Only) by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended July 3, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be harsh, be specific.
Comments
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It is hard to tell a story without basic prounounns but you did not appear to have much of a problem. Great work.
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