Sun breaches
the precipice of time.
firey hands slide
slowly, stroking
across a dream land
dripping with spiders webs
and drowsy trees
all caressed in ruby,
and ornamented with gold.
A contest entry
- 30 Words Never Sounded So Beautiful. by Poetryintheblood.
450 points, ended July 6, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
Comments
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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Absolutely beautiful, the entire thing. I don't know what my favorite part is (because it's all so good), but I think I might favor those first two lines. Good luck!

