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Summertime's Souvenir
A luminous sun-cast beam
fell upon the crowned male's face,
And stretched across the pond's entirety.
It peeked through the boughs of splintered trees,
And piles of withered leaves.
His half-lidded eyes,
As he rested each arm upon his thigh,
Gazed at the ripples
within the water's bind.
Littering lily pads glided
upon the surface,
Guided by a gentle breeze.
With early winter's iced winds,
And late autumn's ghastly pinch,
Did the prince find beauty
within a spring - summertime's souvenir.
YOU ARE READING
ᴘʜʀᴀꜱᴇᴏʟᴏɢʏ- ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ, ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ, ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
Poetry❝Thoughts are shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.❞
