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Colours Descending


A succession of tests,

Drops making a mess

Hands all talking,

But so full of squawking

No strength to argue,

Not really a point to

With all this pretending,

There’s rapture found in not mending

But it is not really so bad,

All stations once had

So let the colours keep staining,

As the drops go on raining

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Great poem

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The leaves were turning bloody red from green.
Too little light to synthesize an attempt
to make oxygen for someone else to breathe

The beasts never faced his contempt
As they moved into the hollow of his heart
He turned a new leaf, his last.
His leaves fell, and winter woke with a start.

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I love when you post poems because they're great and it inspires me to respond with them too.

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I’ve missed your poetry

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aeolians.revenge wrote:
Great poem

Thank you mate

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verge wrote:
The leaves were turning bloody red from green.
Too little light to synthesize an attempt
to make oxygen for someone else to breathe

The beasts never faced his contempt
As they moved into the hollow of his heart
He turned a new leaf, his last.
His leaves fell, and winter woke with a start.

Yes . . exactly

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Araz wrote:
I’ve missed your poetry

Thank you Araz

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verge wrote:
I love when you post poems because they're great and it inspires me to respond with them too.

Write

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