Nothing looks more like an inspiration,
than an inebriation of a dawn's music,
a serene desire to sing amidst nature,
don't be yourself by losing consciousness.
Putting my feet on ground with an agility,
a humming curing my interior's immortality,
to sing the moments, not that what we've ,
but to must defend the pleasures of life.
In winy notes of; to drink with musicality,
the love, the fire in the winter, a river cool,
the chorus which is sung by walking on road
or to sleep without awoken next day in fear.
I sing, love the spring flowers, summer pleasures,
with an affection to express the joys of my living,
a leisure, a freedom to fly, to change the spheres,
in the sense of dignity by not denying ever to sing.
Author notes
Prompt:
Singin, come out upon my seas
Curse missed opportunities
Am I, a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease"
from the song Clocks By Coldplay
A contest entry
- Quickie II by HereComesTheSun.
400 points, ended March 14, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hopefully waiting for your precious comments
Comments
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great job on this had alot of depth and emotion pored into it. great work :] thank you so much for entering and being done on time
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