It no longer smells right
there’s dishonesty in the air
you can’t turn back the clock
to when you were so fair
Any flower can wilt
when it is not treated right
left to lay in the dark
and never to see the light
A touch of tender care
with a little sprinkle of love
you got the perfect recipe
for your little angel dove
A touch gentle and soft
a little kiss upon the face
holding hands at sundown
will be the winner of this race
Author notes
' I can smell it rotting, when it was once fragrant '
or both
A contest entry
- Up 4 a quickie ( abe 1 ) by Abe 1.
575 points, ended December 1, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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lik it
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thanx 4 yr entry and gd luck
cheers abe

