She sings of weeds
and childhood needs,
threading hopes
to a spilling grief
and her voice
is far too small for
us to hear.
In a brief moment
if the bustle stopped,
breaking thought
and we could hear,
I can be sure
she would sound
like heaven.
The world would cling
hoping for a smile,
easing guilt
upon her lips,
to release a kiss
and a well-earned sigh,
dropping her burden.
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wow.. awesome work here. a really unique and special tkae on the prompt. a great job here, i loved this.
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thanks for entering!!
-Lemon Bee-
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A wonderful write here! You did so well with the prompt given
Good luck in the contest hon 
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