Cool fingertips
brushing against my cheek,
the dieing leaves
raked up by invisible arms.
Musical numbers
created through the night
howling against my window
in a song that
I will never understand.
A contest entry
- Titles, titles, and, YOU GEUSSED IT! More titles! by omg-its-sara.
600 points, ended October 22, 2008, 11 entries
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"Musical numbers
created through the night
howling against my window
in a song that
I will never understand."
love that last line -
This is beautiful...very soft and gentle with lovely metaphor and imagery...really a gem of a write...well done.
mystic
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UMM, i thought it was a funny contest?
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very pretty! i love the image you crated in my head...awesome!!!
thanks for entering!
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Very thought provoking write
Best of luck in this contest
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