I marched alone
to the beat of the drum
which only I heard,
until I found you by my side,
listening to the gentle tapping
which only you could hear.
Now we march
alongside each other,
hand in hand;
sometimes to your beat,
sometimes to mine;
but always together.
Author notes
Prompt:
"the exhilitarating poignant thing of giving your all for someone else"
A contest entry
- simple contest by Avendesora Dreamer.
700 points, ended September 1, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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AWWWWW!!! sooo sweet, its like rasberry candy and a warm sunny day
. Thank you for your entry in my contest!
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Simple but nice. Nice thought.
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Very well done. It has a good feel. Good luck in the contest.Pen on...~Poo~
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