I keep getting closer to her
It feels like I am hidden in a dream
I used to not believe in angels
But here she is, in front of me.
The queen of all she sees
Her pedestal throne, like an immortal bust
Of the face of beauty, perfection, and magic
In this garden of heaven
Parted by a silver river of imagination
The bride of Father Time;
The universe, in feathers
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Onomatopoeia Free Honey.
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i fell in love!
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A contest entry
- Fun Options Contest by owlish.
900 points, ended August 21, 2008, 6 entries
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Sweet, perfect, lovely imagery and metaphor, I like especially "The bride of Father Time." The first two lines aren't perfect, maybe change it to "I tread closer/In dreamlike awe" or something.
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Beautiful... unfortunately, there is a minimum line limit of ten lines! Please add on, you really have something here.
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agh sorry! i had thought it said maximum limit
illfixitnow
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