Burning fire,
sunrise gleams,
another day,
of acid dreams.
Glowing color,
saturate tears,
upon your cheeks,
see all fears.
With her beauty,
with her grace,
you attain,
her lovely face.
My misteress,
of this life,
the sweet acid,
for my wife.
A contest entry
- Quickie.... by Angelflower.
600 points, ended June 25, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You did a wonderful job.. I really liked your take on the prompt.. it was sad in a way,but loving as well.. I really enjoyed the ending.. Thank you very much for sharing.. Best of luck..
Angel
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