Manila on paper notes swing
stars to taste your velocity--
nothing repeated through the
winds that sang out; tried to
utter words that made sense,
no one saved me.
Staring outside my mind turns
numb with stark promises; snow
trickles toward the streets--
trace my tongue with
triste...
A contest entry
- Contest M 2 Z part 2 by Just4u.
400 points, ended February 6, 2009, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Great job.
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Thank you for the entry and good luck in the contest
Eddy
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