the sun set on night
the moon rises by day
love can be found and lost
papers blow in the wind
blank, clean, clear
they get sweep away
by a fores that they can not control
a lone tree in a field
is likely to be hit by lightning and die
a lone flower
is likely to be picked and wilt
you may live
if you are lucky you will love
but you will always die
A contest entry
- Paper Mache && Shattered Glass by CatastrophicSmile.
300 points, ended July 22, 2008, 11 entries
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