Sunburned baby soft skin,
wounded from the outside in,
leave your husk as a memento,
of days spared by a cool breeze.
Fire dancers late night charade,
seduce us out to masquerade,
in the moonlit shadows dancing,
across shrouded faces parade.
Beautiful is the dawn that breaks,
over plateaus in decadence wake,
illuminating all the fractures in the seam,
painted backdrop screens and the swindlers gleam.
Carry on this song in echoes,
resonating over ocean waves,
a symphony of all we love and loose,
on paths we tread and killed to choose.
How elegant are the deaths,
of butterflies with torn wings,
reminding us of life's fragility.
A contest entry
- Is Dirty Pretty a Lost Cause? by Hell In Harmony.
6500 points, ended July 22, 2008, 37 entries
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Comments
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Fire dancers late night charade,
seduce us out to masquerade,
a symphony of all we love and loose,
on paths we tread and killed to choose.
Those were good even though I'm not a fan of rhyme
The ending threw me off though. deffinately a new intake on the form. Thank you.
Kat
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