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Writing

Impurities throughout our speech.

Weaving throughout visualizations, printed.

A native tune of elopement present,

Unfurling thoughts beyond our dreams.

Many label it simple;

Many label it trifle.

Although to others, it proves much more.

For oblivion we must taste.

For mental retaliation we must prevail.

For darkness we must deem tangible.

For glory we must uncover,

Though never satisfied,

And discover the zeal among the craft.

Text upon parchment, not a single element further.

A delicacy inherited

And recognized by many.

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Ava Karas

Please read and comment! It would be much appreciated. Thank you!

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Richard Waters

This is a sumptuous examination of communication and craft highlighting a magical appreciation of artistry through word.
Beautiful intensity to these lines.
Thanks for sharing.
:)

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Tony Taylor

Miss AVA!!.... so glad I saw Richard comment on this .....or I would have missed it....... It isΒ  an excellent tribute to "..text upon parchment.." as you so eloquently conveyed here.....I love the subtle manner in which your imagery and reverence are delivered.....a lovely read ~ a magical write.....ALL STARS!!..... well done dear poet sister!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?✳??β™₯

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