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New hope
#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 sun...
the rays of hope in every run
the innocent birds chirping and group
leading to the cute distrubance for old sky
Still one boy with hope
sitting with deep thought searching for magnifier
to see that way
To create one new full stop.
© lisa
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 sun...
the rays of hope in every run
the innocent birds chirping and group
leading to the cute distrubance for old sky
Still one boy with hope
sitting with deep thought searching for magnifier
to see that way
To create one new full stop.
© lisa
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