Pride
For A New Challenge from Queer Vocal Voices
I thought PRIDE had a six-hundred-word limit but this one from Celia informed me the limit had been dropped so this is a visual acrostic. Thank you, Celia.
The song is the lovely "Pride" by Amy Macdonald for the title.
The challenge is here if you would like to join in, or just find out a little more about it.
PRIDE
ππ³οΈβπποΈπππππ³οΈβππ
Please Take My Hand, And Feel Our Touch
Rainbow Colours For Us To See
Infuse The Perfume, Feel The Love
Do You Hear My Words, Stay With Me
Enjoy The Taste, Delight For Us
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Comments (3)
A sensory rainbow, Mike. I'm proud of you.
Awww, this was so wonderful! Loved your poem!
Nicely done!