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Hi! I'm New! This is my first poem. Please tell me if you like it.
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"Under The Moonlight". As the sun drifts slowly down the horizon and the warm spring night air caresses my skin, in the background the soft music of the whippoowills serenades to me and the crickets chirps beats to the drums of my own heartbeat, the harmony of it soothes my soul.. As I sit on a fallen log and watch in the shadows looking upon the moon rising, the radiance of it's blue aura trickles through the trees, finally the stars peeks through mishap dark transluscent clouds while they slowly drifts across above me... Do you hear the creatures rustle in the dark? Do you hear the wolf howl it's lonely song in the distance? Do you see the fireflies flickering like dancing fairies or is it a nymph coaxing me inside her world? I do, as I ponder the thought under the moon. They beckoning me, they are welcoming me in with opening arms.. I can hear and feel everything speak to me.. Now I am free, this is now my inner sanctum... Do you want to come join me now under the moonlight? 6-5-13. AR. I hope u like this one as well.

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"These Moors". Creeping thru the moors of this castle, the ghosts of my past lingers and haunts me... These damp walls that has imprisoned me has the bloodstains I have given and it is seeping thru the cracks of these old stones... My once beautiful, flowing silk gown is now tattered and torned... The tears that has streaked down my face now soaks my long auburn hair to my skin... My por'celain skin has not seen the sun peeking thru the stainglass windows in the past coming dawns... My betroth has gone and will no longer return to this earthly realm... Oh my beloved, should I dare come join you?, my soul is weeping without you!... So as I walk alone thru these moors, my soul still feels your presence as it lingers in the air... original poem AR..
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Sorry I didn't mean to put the poem I just wrote to the image poem . I trying to get the hang of this google thingy . Sorry guys

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Hope u like it.
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those who love the poets work, know how much the truth does hurt, when u find out u love somone, who treats u like a brother or son, u know the pain that u feel to be all too, much too, real, the pain is that of a broken soul, that which has the greatest toll, on the heart itself torn out and thrown away, not wanting to live another day, but ask urself this one little thing, what would u do if u made others sing, the song of death when u say, that u wont see them another day, that is the whole reason why, u must choose to live and not to die.

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