Field of streams, inside a dream,
Aloft the golden life caught in between.
Hear the words, loud and clear,
Like the water flowing near
And drink the lfe, from inside a cup,
Of tears and blood, just drink it up.
Refresh the soul,
Breath anew, as the fire grows.
As midnight flew.
And the whitening dew.
On natures hand.
She sleeps in darkness
Oh reprimand.
An angel harp less,
No songs at hand.
Although her voice. It could be heard,
Through void shadows and a cracked earth
Hard as stone. Sofy as a bird.
Through the meadows, since her birth
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Angelic or mythic it paints a picture of peace. Well written
Beautifully written. Your poem delves into the natural world, utilizing elements like streams, dew, and meadows to symbolize life and rebirth. It also reflects on deeper emotional states, such as sorrow ("tears and blood") and the yearning for connection and harmony, as represented by the "angel" who lacks a voice.
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