surrounded by meadows
and the blooming fauna,
feels of unity start to resurface.
imprisoned-in-time sensations
become provoked
to undergo redemption
and reincarnation.
the seasons hold the key
to such miracles
and often operate
in ways so eerie
that a singled-out individual
takes refuge
in their ever-evolving
colors of mystery.
drowning in the meadows,
such fiery dwellings,
leads to an aching
so distant yet near.
the closer it gets,
the more fear is imprinted
and carved into this monument
so well sculpted.
despite these engravings
and scandalous acts,
the rain washes away
any traces of scarcity
and fills them with a plethora;
an infinite supply
of harshness and confusion.
nice poem,,, lyrics are so touching
thank you :)
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Like seeing the usage of the word "plethora". It not only brings a proper poetic ending to your poem, it also keep the word plethora alive in today's poetry and general word usage. Your poem shows a plethora of poetic vocabulary!
Thank you so much! I love that word - plethora - and definitely agree that it if underused nowadays. Keeping it, and other words, alive through poetry is very important! :) I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Nice work! Followed and upvoted!
Thank you! :)
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Good diction you have there
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