Drip.
Drip.
Dripping from God's hand
quenching, pleasing
it fills my throat.
Barter of love.
A contest entry
- 15 poets x 15 words by adsaige.
300 points, ended July 8, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i liked the third line best. i think this should be edited to get the awkward kinks out. thank you for your entry.
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Wow. Really interesting. Very powerful and strong.

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Wow... Kind of distrubing... but in a very beautiful way




