Vines of Beauty, [poem] |
Vines of Beauty, [poem] |
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Vines of Beauty
The eternal dying light Of bloody vines of beauty, Call forth to the time and height, The colors fulfilling their duty. A wonder to the touch of its eyes, A firm holding to its resonating voice, Controlling and manipulating breath of the known, Concludes to fiery beauty; an intsturment of its own. The black screen is decorated, A core explodes with ravaging power And a forgotten reflex is built, Leaving a neon path behind. It persuades the wind to captivate humans. The next one isn't merely a semblence, But a veil of inalienable light, Searching for a resemblance. So, can you guess what I'm talking about? |
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![]() d@niel ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 1,267 Joined: Jan 2005 Member No: 91,453 ![]() |
i agree with Musouka. your poem is lovely...it is a great piece of poetry...great job!
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