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A love poem - in free verse. |
| Angry spirits engage the crowd, Riled and withered, Yet burgeoning With resolve. A warmth so rich takes me To a fortified castle, High in the mountains Of a forgotten place. Known only as a wondrous gift. An aurora beaming ecstasy In every droplet of golden rays. Coming sweetly towards me, This newly-formed, sparrow’s nest. A reawakening Whose masterpiece Exceeds a work of art. |