Add two lines to the following poem. I will link to your blog, in this post, to give you credit for the line.
Footfalls brush across a hardwood floor.
She drags her regrets with her toward the door.
Do you feel it slip away now
sacrificial liqour of her tears?
Sadly falls her broom, splintered,
her familiar dies alone by the fire, wintered.
But shows must go on, some rise and some fall.
She bravely gets up to face curtain call.
Crossing thresholds, she's afraid no more.
She discards the baggage that she called 'before'.
First two lines by Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Second two lines by McDishy from On the Cork
Third set of lines by Crimsonflaw from Mortarbled
Fourth set of lines by Rax from Soul Phantasm
Fifth set of lines by Daydreamer from Reality Bytes
Read the first group poem here and the second group poem here