each petal falls down eyes of depth
as she cries tears of wealth
pretty flowers akin to her life
stuck to one spot to be admired
dreaming of thoughts before she expires
and shes fighting for her last breath
the cold has been gripping her for days
a girl rooted in one space
perhaps someone can pick her up
maybe someone can show her love
show her how to fly like doves
but shes still fighting, all alone
pretty pretty, rings the bells
a garden displaying her inner self
colors blend well within the wind
each stroke changing what is seen
music plays, crisp and clean
but still no body knows
each petal falls, each tear is cried
all in vain, just the weight of how she tried
each time her foot is raised, it stays
hair like the raven-filled night
flowing in the rain, her constant blight
akin to herself, the flowers weep
pretty pretty, if you could see
this gardens grows where none can see
pretty girl lays there, and sleeps.
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~*~
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A contest entry
- Take Me There by Kristin103161.
700 points, ended February 27, 12 entries
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Comments
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simply beautiful.
good luck
Passions
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Nice Poem
The imagery is there, completely! Sadly no picture however!
Kristin -
I loved this take on the prompt.. Each of us houses a secret garden hidden deep within our hearts and you did a splendid job on telling this one's story..
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