Prostokvasha

[24 January, 2008]

One

I decided to take up the challenge of writing one poem in a different genre per month. For the whole year. These are the rosy dreams of mine, of course, and we'll see how this actually turns out.

The first one is January, a Limerick:



the sparks flew up to abyss
and people cheered in bliss

then midnight struck
with the chime of the clock

and they embraced in a kiss

1 sighs or salutations:

Jeremy | 25 January, 2008

h, that is one heck of a good poem :)

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