A Gentle Crystal Morning | Poetry

Hey Internet!

Long time no see! I’ve been on a short break in Amsterdam from Monday-Wednesday. I did promise you photos! They’re on their way, I just need to download them. And anyway, I can’t do with a photo dump right now. XD

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This morning I went on a walk, and I thought a bit beyond the ordinary. I’m going to show you some descriptive text/poetry that I composed in my head:

“The wind was a river of sunlight, along the gusty trees,

The leaves were delicate pendants, glistening to be seen.

And the warmth was a kiln of Blacksmith’s, over the high-strung moor,

The graveyard started crunching, crunching,

The graveyard of fallen pendants, dying, dying,

Why do we leave these lying,

Along the high-strung moor.

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My Inspiration/Reference

The crystallization of rocks, beside the gliding hopes,

The giving of the houses, leaving them to rot.

And the water was running, running on ropes.

It’s hard to be a good man, good man,

When life’s bad and, bad and,

When lives bad and strung over the world.”

*I’m not the poetic type, as you can tell*

I hope you like it! It’s based around the style of  ‘The Highwayman’  poem.

Please let me know if you would like to see more of my poem-y bits!

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