Faces flushing, swelling eyes with pickled truth from golden days. Valiant men of enigmatic veils of which were ten. Promised prize, exploring eyes of every dream of every guise. To envious demise in crooked light. Of course, mostly we might, in our deathbed's dream delight, of life so quite astounding.
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Very well written! I liked it, good luck in the contest :)
You should post some history about the old paintings you post!
and I like these old Inca golden crowns better!
Inca art has always impressed me in its bold simplicity, I did want to post some history with the pictures, but wasn't sure if that would interfere with the poetry entry as its only fifty words.