We rode a dream,
a wild steed,
that champed its bit
and could not wait,
we never thought
that love was frail,
until they killed our nightingale.
A contest entry
- Quickie... by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended August 19, 8 entries
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THIS SAYS SO MUCH!!
We tend to go on without ever dreaming just how fragile things can be.
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The most injustice in the world comes from Other People.
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Beautiful! How wonderfully it was set up for that last line!
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Hey! I like this.
This is a nice write poet. Yes, I liked this very much.
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Interesting take on the prompt
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