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Frost dappled hills blot the horizon,
running up and down the scenery like
a rolling wave pon the sea.
Drifting, drifting from afar,
a frosted breath gracing the countryside,
stopping only to glare pon a helpless figure,
make them weary and sleep, eternally.
- by Lionhearted Sam |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/03/2008 |
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- Title: A Cold Mistress
- Artist: Lionhearted Sam
- Description: A poem about the wrath and dangerous beauty of winter.
- Date: 11/03/2008
- Tags: cold mistress
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Devilyne_McBaine - 11/05/2008
- i agree with the person below me its a bit bland srry
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- RedWhiteBlack - 11/03/2008
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You definitely didn't need to abbreviate "upon," as your poem isn't so much lyrical as it is open form.
However, it has good bleak imagery. 3/5 - Report As Spam