Sun Shade Sail
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A nice, folk poem. Can I please have some opinions?
Stamping closing song for his high-heeled boots green sea, throwing back a touch of her hair straw shade. bite into the clouds, as the dark night owl hoots on the width of the pale moon, midnight cries his prayer. Sitting with legs crossed at the knee, bow the bite of altered here, drawing a violin with ivy, fast, rolling reel. Duck hear in depth, and the brig sail and rudder, its stamping on the variety, curve of the earth, bruising his heel in leather. The sky has bled at dawn amber sun-streaked clouds of feather 'neath ivory. The velvet nose nuzzle and rub, the mother deer and fawn, and a flock of robust, goats bleating, down the mountain, run. The song spread of a roll of still rings ripple o'er the hills, mosses through tree branches, across the seas and the setting sun paints the air with the dew-covered frost chills "The breeze passing breeze touched the rain.
Awesome poem! I especially like the first verse! beautiful description or criticism! Impressive ….
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