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Beauty blind

Beauty blind

Capsuled scents of dawn

twinkle pon argon blades

Prince wren revs jet cobalt

before his fairy maids

Lichen fashions letter box

Moss under the pine

Rainbow parrots kissing

on the telegraph line

Tulips are abudding

in the morning mist

Beauty all around a house

where someone slashed their wrist

She's recovering in the winter lab

with stitches, stains and scars

that more reflect the garden

that's been growing in her heart

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Tony Taylor

Hey Big AL!!!...... VERY compelling stuff here.... almost seems as if you are tinkering with words and phrases late at night in your study.... just enjoying the craft itself......conveying a poetic sadness......a sad tale..... but oh so carefully constructed!!......I enjoyed this my friend!.......ALL STARS!!....... Well done dear poet brother!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo ?âś´?âś´?

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al Bikaadi

Hey Tony, you are half right. I was inspired by a frosty morning stroll and elements I saw along the way. Jotted down notes and as I was creating the rhyme this 'cold' story just began to emerge on its ownsome. It was like carving into a block of ice and allowing what was hidden within to reveal itself.

Peace and blessing back bro <3
 

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