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Another poem I wrote. The ending is bad, I know, but I had writer's block. >.< Enjoy.
In the twisted root,
The rough brown bark,
The emerald leaf,
I see the beauty of simplicity.
In the clear blue waters,
Or the storm churned sea,
I behold a powerful force;
Both a sculpting artist and a ravenous monster.
In the violet sky,
And the puff-ball clouds,
The infinite space beyond as well,
I view the mightiest liberator.
In the flash of light,
A sight of pale yellow fingers striking air,
And a melody of noise,
I witness the most glorious predator.
In the tall sharp peaks,
With their snow-powdered wigs,
And hard purple skins,
I realize a mountain man's dream.
In the dry lifeless sand,
And the scorching sun,
The rare few oases,
I am entranced in an amber landscape.
In this blue-green planet,
Which we call Earth,
I have known great splendors,
And have yet to know more.
 Broken_Soul_Torn_Mind · Mon Aug 25, 2008 @ 06:03pm · 0 Comments |
