Footlights grew red, silken feet tread
wearily down Parkway Ave.
Tears streaming blood, a body worn at last
but is it defeat, of societies standards
while the flag still whips in the wind
off course, pointing South, then North, then East
then West, need a rest, troubled mind,
empty wallet, jagged feet tread
wearily down Rundown Ave.
Christina Hymes
http://www.freewebs.com/cubangi4l
You are indeed very talented, Christina. Lovely poem.
Enchanting----------------Link---------------Gifts-------------------Plague
Thank you so much for your response. This is but a weak example of what i normally write, so be prepared to be blown away in the near future. ;)
Thanks again and nice fairies!
Christina,
Keep them coming, you are doing great. We look forward to more. You can pull out of it and be a success.
Sara