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#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sunset, the hawk soars and spreads his wing's towards the sky. on the rock he dwells and make his home. with fierceness and rage he swallows the ground. he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet. when the trumpet sounds, he says Aha. he smells the battle from afar. The thunder of the captain's and the shouting.
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At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sunset, the hawk soars and spreads his wing's towards the sky. on the rock he dwells and make his home. with fierceness and rage he swallows the ground. he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet. when the trumpet sounds, he says Aha. he smells the battle from afar. The thunder of the captain's and the shouting.
© Caring Caring ❤
No Copyright
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