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Just as the subtle glow of morning's rise
this poet's pen once welcomed day's embrace.
It sought the brilliance beauty signifies
and valued every moment while in chase.
Each breath would whisper art in sweet release.
Each sight beheld was joyously surreal.
The earth itself was its own masterpiece
that led a humble man to love and feel.
But years have sadly dulled the poet's quill.
The sun that rose now settles to the west.
The coming nightfall seems so harshly still
and seldom shares its joys upon request.
Perhaps some day the sun shall rise again
and wake the poet's will to craft in pen.
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| Writing Prompt |
Please write a poem of any genre you choose - Haiku, Sonnet, Free Verse, absolutely anything.
No theme restriction - you pick one. Any length. Artwork and author notes can be included. May be multi-colored in any presentation you prefer. Using the description to enhance the meaning of your poem is encouraged. |
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