I walk the busy sky
In a paler shade of white
A face among strangers
Whose voice shall never be heard…
And even when I dance
No one sees the inner steps I leave
Deeper than the next grown up girl
Whose feet don’t belong
Engraved upon a black moon
Author notes
6. Face the music with denial's dance.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended September 14, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.



