The sun had burst at her feet -
BORN WAS SUNSHINE
in the day, a get away was the clementime skin, once peeled along with the folks eyelids there was the fresh compositions of Mozarts Orange Tart; the Free Spirit Francine
In france, she'd make a belt out of baton by over-cooking it
She likes warm colours
She has gave her life to leisure (for however long she wants)
there were no contracts, just tactful frays of fashion in movement and moment
there goes puppet'ette, flammencommencing a festivillian in her own villa
harvesting self in a sun-setting rise debt bed
sun rises - time to get out of bed
rise the spirits, awaken the freak, the smart, the cooked and the dead...
A contest entry
- Ray Caesar - digital art inspiration #52 by leander.
400 points, ended March 9, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
GIVE ME YOUR TREASONS
Comments
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I really like the first two lines here
the following was quite interesting and different actually.
thank you for entering the contest!
Leander
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