Craig Cornish's Contest, 9/9/2025
Ornate and half-full; the emptiness full of her scent. Gentle wrists above soft hands, with perfume’s disappearing sands. Captured see-through embody; an immovable body. The dust gently swept away, whilst ebb and flow of tears sway. Purple urn does not consume; she sleeps sans warm floral bloom. Ornate and half-full; the emptiness full of her scent. Blithe lift and douse of precious moments before ascent, to pulse points of my mother; romantic kiss of father. The ring on her hand a splash; Diamond spills heart throbbing ash. Still, the soul ne’er sweetened better; Scent was not a Dear John letter. La Vie Est Belle Rose, does dare to linger, last, propel, and share. Blithe lift and douse of precious moments, before ascent.
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Craig Cornish's Contest, 9/9/2025