O'er the hills,
Where the bracken grows,
Ivy withers with the snow.
No-one treks up the stony path
No-one ever ever hath.
A set of stones lie in a ring
A sparrow perched doth sweetly sing
The leaves are blowing in the breeze
The mistletoe whispers in the trees
A feeling floats around the woods
It would break free but never could
The sun doth shine bleakly in the sky
The light of hope under a grey lie
A gentle ray doth melt the snow
And green grass pokes out from below
The life and soul have been found
From their cage underground
The world is right, the atmosphere is cool
And this is how we will rule.
A contest entry
- Close your eyes and tell me what you see by Meroza.
1100 points, ended November 8, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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Interesting thing to be daydreaming off...Wouldn't mind seeing that in my math class, hehe.
Thanks for taking the time to enter and good luck.
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