clues
By Di_Hard
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Pheonix feathers ruffle
beneath the cherry trees
on pavement by the letterbox
and shed gold of a giant lion
molten on the road's curve
near the park's scots pine;
in the woods a copper dragon's
scales light up dark streams
where it wound through naked
trunks like statues of warriors
and under the holly, red dropped
blood of warm days passed
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Such a rich vivid
Such a rich vivid kaleidoscope of colours Di - this is brilliant
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Hello DiHard,
Hello DiHard,
I wish I could write like that. That's poetry that is.
I enjoyed reading this but where does it come from? You see things that a pleb like me never see. Hey Ho! That's the way of it.
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Ah yes... I've seen it in my
Ah yes... I've seen it in my dreams.
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You encapsulate the joy of
You encapsulate the joy of the appreciating the sight. Isn't it lovely to get those sunny days of autumn which show us such a display, spattering the grass, or the streams, and the roads, and all shining, sometimes far from the trees they left! Rhiannon
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This is such a vivid
This is such a vivid impressive poem Di. Just had to digest it properly line by line, as you engage with your thoughts of what you are seeing and which you express so perfectly.
Thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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I love this, it's like a
I love this, it's like a little fire, you just want to sit around it and warm yourself on the words.
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captivating and carries the
captivating and carries the glory of the world.
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Gorgeous language. A real
Gorgeous language. A real talent. Keep up the wonderful work.
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