Wires sing in sloping curves.
Faded light under blurry skies.
Wandering eye, frosted skin.
Was at the end, now I begin.
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Wires sing in sloping curves.
Faded light under blurry skies.
Wandering eye, frosted skin.
Was at the end, now I begin.
You inspired me to write something. I won't say its equivalent to your poetry. I think your poem is much better. I tried to write a poem and would probably have succeeded were it not 5 a.m. and my brain half asleep, but here's what I got, and I hope I'll be able to continue something in these lines. I called it "The Death of the Ice Princess".
The night she died she brought her heart to hell. The red pines that covered the horizon were wrapped with the whitest glow these fiery pits had seen. Their leaves became pointy with crystalline ice. The rivers of lava became glacial rocks, shining like mirrors.
Her eyes, which hadn't lost their lustre, conquered all creatures who survived her might. And there she reigned, seen and admired. Her heart was her realm and everything around it its domain. It always stayed in her hands, like a ruler's scepter.
wow, very good lines.
I think it goes really nicely together! :)
exactly !!