The rarest flower -
All vine, dead leaves,
Earth,
A death blue hue
To match the tune,
Of winters heart;
Do they not feel?
The damp of dawn,
Wet soil, the bodies,
So many little lives
The insects, the vermin -
Bearing summer,
Rotted flesh feeding
Poppy fields in France,
For peace -
For opium?
Healthy anarchy, dimmed,
By a flow of ecstasy,
Oh joy - for green leaves -
And mellow afternoons,
Forests fallen -
Giants lain to rest,
Children slaughtered,
To lace the sky with diamonds.














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Tots and Teens: The Children's Literature Contest --Amazing literature and amazing prizes!!
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Every fortress has a weak spot.
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I hope one day there are easier solutions though. Thanks for your feedback
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Tots and Teens: The Children's Literature Contest --Amazing literature and amazing prizes!!
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the sun does rise
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Every fortress has a weak spot.
It goes a...f...x.. then to the z squared.
I am fascinated, and I think I would like to keep an eye on you.
As for the poem itself, I think it displays a serious ability- to blur the lines of common reality, magnify that vision, then pepper its release with hidden meaning. A good word for it might be Art... You are an artist, miss, and it's a delight to cross your pages.
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...the Fool will reign.
I do enjoy feedback that consists of more than three words! And I hope that you read more of my work in the future, as from looking at some of your work you're a a-f-x-z person yourself. Plus of course, a very talented and original writier.
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