Snow flakes form honey, as beauty transpires.
Couldn’t sleep, arousal embrace conspires
Clings to thee in dribbles, sway and moves.
Leave the tussles alone, thy touch stirs me.
Can this world dry the flowing fountains within?
Loose a heart: make it my day, the bravura win.
Author notes
picture (1)one.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired by February Moon.
1600 points, ended August 28, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very cool poem I enjoyed reading it
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lovely word choice, it was a hard picture to write about but you did a great job best of luck in the contest
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I really enjoyed this. Beautifully written. Good luck.
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