I watched gray hosts of spirits band
In straining spools to reach the skies,
As numerous as seashore sand
They hurried off to Paradise.
Beyond the seawall and the isle,
Where golden idols totter, fall,
Above the delta of the Nile
One lone sylph sang a madrigal.
Across the flower-girded lawn
I sought the wine that heals regret,
Then watched the new and crimson dawn,
The isles there limned in silloutte.
Past mountains older than the sea
I sat beside a silver stream,
I marvel now, continually,
Within this silent silver dream.
I watched gray hosts of spirits band
In straining spools to reach the skies,
As numerous as seashore sand
They hurried off to Paradise.
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Comments
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Beautiful, flowing and lovely imagery. Your rhyme scheme is perfect for this type of poem. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥

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absolutely love. the diction is clever works the rhyme nicely. the imagery is fanciful and makes for an intriguing read. j'aime ca beaucoupe!




