Roses,
In December winds,
The smell still flickers,
It still rises
Milky Way,
Filled with a creamy surface,
It freezes,
It ices
It’s always there if you listen,
If you free yourself to the sounds
Music,
It’s always around us,
It’s around everyone right now,
We can’t see it
Dreamy Way,
Sometimes we can’t hear it’s reassurance
But just know,
I believe
It’s always around us,
In roses
A contest entry
- Passion by Rhythm Child.
550 points, ended December 8, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A great entry
thanks for taking part, wishing you luck would be an insult to your talent so take care
message me for anything
Billy (Rhythm Child)

