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Post by timbo889015 on May 4, 2012 17:07:27 GMT -5
Look into the pools of blue, They once were so vibrant. Frost stills and glazes the water. Yet the stream flows down, Through the reeds and plains. Cliffs await and the drops fall. A hand longs to halt the flow, To bring back the warmth that was. Seeing the basins return vividly, With dry streams and sun rays. The heat to banish chilly frost. And recover the shimmer lost. This hand longs to intervene, To be with blissful eyes again.
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Post by larsenmcallirhoe on May 9, 2012 12:53:19 GMT -5
the meter is spot on. excellent poem amigo. enjoyed the cadenc and the alliteration is perfect. one of your best put together poems, i still like the other one better, but this one is still right on par.
larsen
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