My heart listens,
a bitterness in autumn's golden landscape.
In sadness, moist wind whispers,
I'm for stars melting,
blood of infinite,
Find touch with colors
funds asleep,
going to hurt mystical visions,
took sighs
in bubbles of invisible,
to serene triumph
of immortal love filled night.
Wearing caravel dreams,
words with depth of lilies
worms told delusions
on brown steppe.
Author notes
Prompt: Autumn
60 words
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [2/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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this was amazing! i loved all your imagery and your take on the prompt was very well done.
there were so many things i liked about this piece i cant choose just one.
thanks for entering and goodluck

