Golden Fair
by Whyagain
specifics are of no importance
when all your life has been torn asunder
don't tell me about it
you can't make me believe
in your makeshift faith and torn logic
your lies and your madness
give me something more substantial
than the scent of lilac and rose
the music of the confused golden fanfare
carried high on the platform of a sharp december blast
you take your truth
and you live it large
and you can do that thing you've been dying to do
but always listen to the voice that says
it's a force to be reckoned with
because it is.
Author notes
Quickie! but I had fun anyway. Thanks for the contest!
-WhyA
Written September 12th, 2004
A contest entry
- Lying In The Rain by infeatheredeyes.
300 points, ended September 14, 2004, 11 entries
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