How fair the eyes that capture, locking mine in chains,
Like star-swept pools of wonder, whose innocence remains,
Despite the distant thrumming, of time’s relentless tide,
They dream of mew worlds coming, devoid of hate or pride.
How strong am I against her, soft simplicity?
Like home-bound swans in springtime, whose course must destined be,
Despite the serinading, of other flocks who soar,
To sin-kissed crystal waters, to warmth and light once more.
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Flowing with truth, hope inspired, funny in the last write you and I wrote about the same thing about satan's fall etc, but here I was facinated by 2 swans down by a lake near me, you could get near them, I took an awesome picture of them, then a week later didn't see them anymore, so I see their course and mine in your words. Bessings.
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I really liked the flow of this write! Very well penned!
Peace and Love
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wow
This perhaps was the most eloquent poem I've read lately. It flowed, with words of intelligence. You used your pen to paint a picture for us to see. I can't leave suggestions as your talent far out weighs mine.
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