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Through The Looking Glass Somewhere between light and dark
falls the shadow ever lurking
twixt the fairness due impart
born of jealous sultry night
stunning shudders creep in full
to stop the pitch of blackness
dripping from the moon.
Dawns glorious dagger appears
to slay once more the perils
spilling the bloody death of night
o'er hill and dale alike
heralding daybreak
the survivor by
way of hue lit dews
bejeweled upon her crown.
It’s
supposed to be symbolic of the sun battling the moon for it s turn to Shine.
Every line
Every line is image filled on its own...Stop the pitch of blackness dripping from the moon...
I was so wrapped in the words I failed to get the story line I love words just for the words so I read it again and again till i saw the sun split the sky
Yes
your reply was poetic in itself...thanks for the view and sorry for the late reply.
i value your insights
lovely
interesting write. x
please read my poems, and enjoy the real-life drama that is my life!
I suppose
it means differvent things to different people.
maybe it’s utter rubbish and has no meaning at all.
i happen to love utter rubbish..
it spews out of me like a hot desert spring.