Fault

Blue skies, white clouds,

green grass, and a ball that spins round.

All these things are in my head, how to get them out is my final trick.

I try and try to make the world better but all i do is make it sicker.

it's like a piano's melody trying to escape a child's fingers. they fumble and quiver with every mistake,

But, Finally the child plays a beautiful melody;a song of peace and harmony. his fingers glide over each key with out any fault.

these thoughts fill my mind and soon will esacpe out all i need is to listen and learn and take no mistake...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[*~Kristy~*]

Very good. I like the metaphor to a child trying to play a melody. GREAT JOB :)

[deeps]

I like this, it's wonderful
Emotions played out wonderful

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I really love the bit about the Melody and the Child's finger. For a short piece such as this,
You've done a wonderful job of taking the reader through a journey of emotions.