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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![]() My name's Katt. Nice to meet you! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 3,826 Joined: Jan 2005 Member No: 93,674 ![]() |
Wow, one of the most beautiful pieces I've ever read. And it makes a lot more sense after knowing it's about fireworks. Great job! I'd love to hear more from you.
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