Deep within the willows shade,
pondering pain from lifes parade
grazed by rain as lilacs bloom,
souls decry perfections doom
waters rise and smell of death,
hearts will sink in liquid wealth
follies faint when cold winds break,
memento's lost in a wicked wake
a fear of dark, will change my path,
to a burning sun, and rays of wrath
deep within the willows weep,
for souls afire and souls asleep
Author notes
Aim I Am.
A contest entry
- Almost Anything Goes by righteousme.
900 points, ended June 29, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
WELL?
Comments
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thank you again...


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though, not a fan of rhyme, this was consistent and well put together... thanks for your time and talent...

