the golden light,
Falls upon my world.
One which i am prisoner of.
For i am blue,
There fore all i see is blues.
Water should cleans this fate.
But it does not.
To be reviled in this light is but a mere gift.
For i feel that it shall last not long.
light, oh sweet light,
Bathe me more.
so i can fade from this world....
Author notes
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A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
1500 points, ended December 7, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
whispering in your ear
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. best of luck in the contest
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A magical story told with much emotion woven within.Thank you for the journey my friend, and i wish you all the best in the contest.
~Angel-anne~ -
You become a drop of water blue waiting to be cleasnsed by joining with your bretheren. But the light brings the chance of evaporation, the blessing of clarity and the chance of returning to the clouds till gathered again around a possibilty of a hope you rain again upon the earth.
Love, Tom B.
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