Third Place: Poetry Dawn
Kaitlin Furneaux, Fayette The dawn was thick with sparkling dew drops, humid with oranges and light hues of blue. I was weighed down with a restless wanting for your eyes. Your eyes that sparkle like a thousand stars, Refracting all of my drawings and wild images, a simple want with such a heavy and sorrowful meaning. A meaning that leaves the room empty, the tables alone and the chairs cold. The dawn is thick with my drops of silent wishes, drenched with monochromatic shards of shadows and old regrets.
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