Time was like wind
brushing over your eyes
till the dust became skin
and forever became
fact.
Author notes
prompt:
'Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.'
17 words
A contest entry
- Quickie :) by Tzipora.
500 points, ended November 7, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Lost Causes.
Comments
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congrats on the bronze
i love to see you write short rights
becuase it shows your talent
and how with less then twenty words you can blow a reader away -
beautiful. very beautiful. thank you for entering.
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