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Fields of snow
Away we go
sliding
through the
sleek silken
fields of snow .
that grows
out a
golden guilded glow.
cementing
into our hearts
several
subliminal streams
of serenity.
That had
hid itself away
from the insidious
sight seekers of
suburbia.
Last few words:
If it’s not organized very well well I’m writing this while in pain so it might be a little distracted and out of focus.
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Comments
Candlewitch
Wed, 2022-04-13 08:14
hello Edward,
instead of golden gilted glow, try (golden gilded glow)
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Candlewitch
Wed, 2022-04-13 08:18
hello Edward,
I like your poem...it made perfect sense to me, except the part about suburbia.
*hugs, Cat
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Candlewitch
Wed, 2022-04-13 12:16
I reread the poem,
and even that part made good sense to me.
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Edward nigma
Wed, 2022-04-13 12:12
Thank you
What I meant by that part was that it’s beauty was kept safe away from the modernization and industrialization of humanity .
Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.