I lay with head on
pillow molded
to my thoughts.
In my dreams
clouds stain my
blue sky.
I search my soul
to find answers to questions
that float above.
They cast shadows
on my heart.
Am I doomed
to forfeit love to
a world where darkness
lingers,
or will I stand
in the noon
of the sun.
A contest entry
- Word Bank, Word Limit by piccola.
600 points, ended June 7, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Another word bank...another nice job D.! I enjoyed the spirit of this write...
Blessings~

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nice work with the words and limit thank you for entering


