Our Soil
By lenchenelf
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O you:
Each shoot, a merry jest of the past,
How many drear days
Saddened memory;
Then you, dancer,
Warrior, child of light,
Spring, where souls dazzle
Again in your bright
Swathe of coloratura.
Three years of being shine
On our grim, burn scales
Of hurt to charred enrichement,
Let us grow.
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O you...I love, love, love it
O you...I love, love, love it. x
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This wonderful poem is our
This wonderful poem is our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter. Painting is an early Spring Munch and is in the public domain, hope it's suitable.
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Every line is a jewel - thank
Every line is a jewel - thank you Lena, so beautiful and very well deserved golden cherries
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This is our Poem of the Week!
This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations!
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how may days sadden memory?
how may days sadden memory? slowly and then all at once.
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not sure I understand this,
not sure I understand this, at all. But I got a strong feeling of renewal. Loved "being shine". And "let us grow" is powerful
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Wonderful. Simply beautiful,
Wonderful. Simply beautiful, with just enough of a whisper of stark to give it bite. Powerful and well deserved picks.
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The impression - of words
The impression - of words dancing - of Springs renewal - simply magic - a worthy poem of the week.
Dougie Moody
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A little beauty of a poem.
A little beauty of a poem.
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To sum it up,
Let us Grow! Is the way we glow. Nice read.
William E Alexander
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