there are open green meadows
where our fate has evolved
like a saint dyed to match
the curtains blowing
in the seabreeze
walk so far away from love
the hands that weep
imaginary rainbows
to the gold-silk tears
of a guardian angel's halo.
Author notes
1. Your two edged halo just sliced my golden horn.
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended July 4, 10 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh My~
Powerful piece You have penned with images to stun the reader and Love the lines: fate has evolved like a saint dyed to match
also gold-silk tears~
Excellent!!
Congratulations on Your HM!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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