Melting in the moonlight
she gazed into her reflection,
corroded with imperfection
that blasted curse of age,
Tracing her stale wrinkles
those cracks in the earth,
nestled in the mud
soaked in her tears,
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The morning light shone
burning the barren earth,
mother lay there, all alone
not a word she spoke,
They carried her away
to the grave on the hill.
no life she had within...
but, mother saved the drought.
Author notes
Hi 
I chose the prompt: Puddles
I am very eager for feedback.. my poetry is rather shabby...
Anyways.. I put a lot of metaphor in here.. so if anyone is having confusion just ask and i'll explain
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I really enjoyed this, but I think it would be better with a plain background.
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i'm curious how she saved it? but i really like this.it's very well written, i like the first half more though. and way cute bg (even though the poem doesnt go) lol
good luck, and hehe, we are on the same team
Stephanie ♥
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haha, she cried and the water went to the ground and saved the drought
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The poem is deep... like the explanation you gave above - cute!
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Whoa, love this one. Very deep and sad. Beautiful.
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good luck!
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thank you
you too!
x
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