Exiled from heaven
But turning away from hell
She stands on the skies of the people
Above the city's tombstone buildings
Darkness curved around her form
Mingling with the turquoise sky
The people see her
Call to her
But she is lost in her own skies
And they are ignored.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration Contest #6 by Ethereal One.
600 points, ended July 28, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You created some very interesting images with your words in this poem. I enjoyed reading your translation of the picture.
Thank you for your entry, and good luck!
Ethereal One
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