Aug 16, 2008 14:57
Won 2nd place and a bronze medal for this poem.
Upon the breeze
swims memories distant,
transgressions of youthful flight.
Battles won and lost
among green blades.
Kaleidoscope of hues
dance duets within mother's palm.
The light burns bright,
then fades.
A constant shifting
born to dust,
to fall above earth's ashen crust.
Yet we see only in shades
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