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Glory of the Day
Written 6th June by Ellie Nash_x
In the lurid heat of morning, I walk
The trees bow to the wind as it wheels by
Through grasses and the pines of which its talks
To anyone who listens to the sky
The blades that sway are taken by the breeze
The music of the wind towards which they lean
That takes the heartless words away to freeze
In colder loneliness, the words are clean
The hatred in the air is torn apart
With every breath the gods above do take
And as the sun draws out a lovely start
Of day, the messages the winds do make
Can only reach those who come to say
That they have seen the glory of the day
- by Ellie Nash_x |
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- | Submitted on 07/17/2008 |
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- Title: Glory of the Day
- Artist: Ellie Nash_x
- Description: An original poem written by me and published twice. This poem, as crappy is it is, is still mine and if I find anyone using it or claiming it as their own for any purpose, I will report you without thinking twice. On a lighter note, please rate fairly and don't leave a hating comment without giving tips also. Thanks!
- Date: 07/17/2008
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Ellie Nash_x - 07/17/2008
- Marked by sensationalism. // Thanks for the comments! Keep 'em coming!
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- Behatzlacha-S - 07/17/2008
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Lovely use of words.
I would never have thought to describe heat as 'lurid'. - Report As Spam
- Leavina - 07/17/2008
- Very nice! I like how you animate the objects.
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- lilhypa1 - 07/17/2008
- Its Not Crappy! Its Beautiful! Good Job! <33
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