There are moments
Of love,
That twinkle
In the eyes of my beloved.
And the
Deep voids,
That rhyme the cords
Of discontent.
Though,
There is little
Of the charm,
That used to rent the air.
But the freshness
Of her smile,
Is so ravishingly
Live.
And she,
In her dignity forget;
The flowing fountain’s
Of Love.
And the warmth,
As it breaks;
Into the depth s
Of my heart.
A contest entry
- plight of the individual by unraveled.
2000 points, ended July 19, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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beautiful phrases, like "that rhyme the cords of discontent" and "the freshness of her smile is so ravishingly live". you over-punctuated it a bit, not all the commas are necessary.
i liked the ending, & the depth throughout. the human soul, after all, is vast... thank you for entering
-cassidy
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