Her sweet sent follows me like a cloud of tulips at their peak.
She dances around my mind so gracefully I have no choice but to watch her.
I strive to clone her beauty but I end up with nothing.
So I watch...
She is as beautiful as a rose in it's prime.
As graceful as a cherry blossom floating to the ground.
So perfect that wish I could be like her.
I remain silent as she dances...
Twirling around the garden stirring up the leaves around her.
Gliding past me as if I was made of stone.
I am weakened by her effortless dance,
But I know she will quickly fade.
She is the Lady of the Flower,
And I am next in line...
A contest entry
- prewrites by Ami.
550 points, ended July 12, 124 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ~Petal Dance~ by Hope Angel.
525 points, ended July 11, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A lot of imaginary in such a short write amazing
Thank you so much for entering my contest
And good luck!
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Thank you.
I am glad you like it.
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