Clouds loom in this expanse
Shadows shroud the sun
An obscure vista above;
Sky and land fall into one
In this land the horizon bends
With the sharp contrast of peaks,
To light haze, wisps, vapor
And the ever tranquil breeze
In this place of extremities
This impending, silent sight
Is not so imminent, really
More so a wanderlust respite
A contest entry
- THE UNSUAUL by Swan song.
500 points, ended June 28, 2008, 6 entries
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Comments
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Very good rhyming poem and cleverly written with some thought to it. Thank you for entering
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