Hammer falls,
Spinning revolver,
Grey mist floats away,
Pools trickle to the dusty path.
Tempered cone,
Traced by fire,
Blues and whites twinkle in the sky,
Disappearing from the heavens.
Cascading needle,
Silvery and bright,
Followed by two,
Then three, then four.
Yellow daises bloom,
Red roses blossom,
Orange lilies fade,
Black Lotus descends to the Earth.
Cracks in the air,
Flying everywhere,
Echoes past the fields,
Silence returns to nature.
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Indeed
Written April 6th, 2005
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Tizzight
One of the best poems ive ever read! keep it up. -
This is an interesting poem, I liked it though. Very nice write, you are very talented.
~Daniela
Edited on Apr 08, 5:39 p.m. because 'typo'.
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