The sun sets on this beautiful moonlit night,
as the clouds part through the already light blue gloaming.
She set a rose in her hair-
The poor bush from where the petals' plucked stands now bare,
for all the infinitum of stars of the day to
glaze over with their judgment.
- by Wolf of Windstorm |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/14/2010 |
Comments (1 Comments)
- vv7722 - 02/26/2010
- Too short to understand, but otherwise well done. I would suggest adding a little more character development to make it more emotional. But I still give it a 5/5. nice. ^_^
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