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Pencil |
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Before the wind, and the calm begins, the muffled rush to shelter, where are the animals going , running helter skelter. The Master has breathed a word below, to the small the humble the shy, as always they are the first to know, there is danger in the sky.If indeed they didn't matter, because they are so low, why would the Master whisper to them "come on , it's time to go.
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Keznoa |
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Hi Pencil, like the ethos of this poem, I wonder are you sacrificing some of its depth just to sustain the rythem and rhyme? Have you done much editing on it yet or do you not bother? Cheers steph.
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I wash the land with a pallette of color, emerge it in sunrayes and beams. I crystal the scape with a mystical frost, with a silvery dew that blamkets the land. A trickling fountain of aquas and greens, and sensitive lemons and shimmering creams. I pastel the scene with vigorous blues, lushes grass greens and a sprinkle of hues. Enrich it with beauty so wild and free, so natural, so simple, so rightly serene. And lastly i bathe it with natures sweet charm, a lingering splendor of beauty and calm.
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Spiritual Whisper
Spiritual Whisper 
