I love the sound of whipping wind through my ears.
It lets me know I’m not the only one who screams
As it cuts me and bombards me like a thousand knives flung through the thin December air, I laugh.
My time has come to finally leave the world that left me long ago. A world I never let go.
So standing alone in my barren land, I’ll confess my sins to the trees.
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A contest entry
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700 points, ended September 28, 8 entries
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Great poem with some fantastic imagery. Short and simple but very powerful, works brilliantly in tandem with the picture.
Phoenix =]
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This was perfect in every way. I love the first 2 lines, & i love the picture. It fits the poem well. Great write!
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I really like the first two lines. Great way to personify the wind.
I also love the imagery in the third line.
Overall a great write!
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excellent loved it shord dark and sweet
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'i'll confess my sins to the trees'.... amazing!
i see a shiny in your future, love...
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the wind whips the thin Dec air
as time falters and i am not here
as my life tells the stories to tress
well penned and thank you for penning for me
Hugs Angel♥
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I'm in love with the second line! good luck!
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I'm in love with the second line! good luck!
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