Wait for me, lost friend,
through this sweet country air.
Toiling in the garden,
Walking in these trees.
Wait for me, lost friend,
through that salty sea breeze.
Baking in the sun,
Drifting in that far away water.
Wait for me, lost friend,
through the grateful desert storm.
Observing the animals scurry,
Huddling beneath warm shelter.
Wait for me, lost friend,
through those wispy cirrus puffs.
Floating on gentle wind currents,
Watching above lone Earth.
Wait for me, lost friend,
through my dreams of waiting for you.
Avoiding the friends and faces,
Trying to wait in peace.
A contest entry
- For New and Trophy Lacking by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended July 16, 2008, 61 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very beautiful Miranda. I can't believe I never read this one, it's very nice. It makes my heart shatter, until a thousand pieces.
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Very Nice!!
Congratulations on the Bronze Thophy, you earned it.
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This is really good
I like it a lot!
Good luck in your contest! -
aww great poem!!
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Beautiful. Quite sad.
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