Here in a velvet land,
a land of soil and tiny hands.
A fragile flower stands apart,
begging to surface a bleeding heart.
When all you feel is empty days,
your whole world is torn and frayed.
If the cloud your under grays your eye,
i will hear you when you cry.
Don't you worry, heaven knows.
In a sunny velvet land a flower grows.
Just for you Mummy big and strong.
As i blossom..... Velvet rose...
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A contest entry
- To My Baby Angel by Young Confusions.
425 points, ended July 18, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! =D
That is an incredible poem, you are astronomically gifted! -
This made me laugh and cry at the same time! Good job and good luck
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this is really good. i love the image you create with your words. my favorite part is: "A fragile flower stands apart, begging to surface a bleeding heart."
nice job <3 -
wow
and wow again.....this is amazing.....you write this with such emotions it brings tears to my eyes but yet i can not stop myself from reading your words again and again
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