Windy blow, darkened thistle,
Here we sow, the ball crystal.
Atop the clouds, swiftly stirs,
The storms, blow, lightning serves.
Its purpose as the day so long.
In service, of greener song.
As nature churns, its sway.
Spring of beauty, beauties day.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2025 06:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
A poem that rocks back and forth with its flow. Short but nicely done
Thank you. Usually people i find like short and sweet better i find. Lol
Wow, how intense the transition from one image to another. I really enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing. Best regards.
Thank you Demaso
Excellent write
Thank you.
You're welcome
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