our children are les miserables

When love was young and golden-sweet

and hope concrete upon the tongue;

tales of defeat were never sung

when days were young, not bittersweet.

Am I already wrapped in cloud;

the shroud of nostalgia, heady?

Children are endowed, unsteady;

already wrapped in silver cloud.

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downstairs
November 7

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I found the font a little hard to read, but your poem is beautiful. The imagery you've penned here is quite exquisite.
glenn shannon
November 6
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very nice work with pictures painted for all to see brilliant Zach
Iliad Keys
November 6

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I like how the first and last lines in each quatrain echo each other. This piece is very well written. I like the depth of vocabulary and thought in your pieces, they are really quite unique.
Freed by Mercy
November 6
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I like the repetition in this poem, how it wraps each stanza and completes it's thought.
ElectricBloom
November 5
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I really like this. I'm not normally a fan of rhyme, but this is flawless - a true joy to read.
Beautiful imagery is created throughout, and i love the use of the question in the middle of this. It's perfect and really makes the reader think.
Well done, excellent work, I enjoyed reading this =]

ElectricBloom
ScarletStainedTears
November 5

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i really love the way that you write. the way that it all gos togther and what people get in their heads when they read it...well good write anyway