Shakespeare [ Poetry ]

6| Poetic Blurbs [ Part three ]

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Poetic Blurbs, Part Three,

For my mind has many corners with many vines in twined with creativity and imagination.

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Water
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Water that glitters and gleams like a shining star of the north. The clouds look lost in a big blue world of distinct raindrops, the sun looks sunny like a window in the open blue sky in a deep ocean window in a cloud of different types. Shine glow glem, like a star consolation it's a galaxy of star's.

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Ancient
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Windows into the soul of the ancient, like dust in a sand storm.  Talent and hardship, the way the arch goes higher and looks like it has many stories to tell, just by the touch of one's hand on the wall that has stood there for so many years, it tells you stories of different people of different souls of different world's. It's like a walkway into a different dimension.

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Sweet
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Like a sweet tooth and coffee syrup, the world is sweet and sour but no matter what it's a flowing stream like the ice in the ocean it melts and hardens again in the winter wonderland. Perfection is impossible to achieve, yet some things look perfect, but it's a picture not reality. Silver and gold like a chocolate chip, it's a coffee land of ice cream.

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Words
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Words are like air, you can't live without them. They are forever yet they are forgotten like a whisper in the ocean, a meadow in a forest, deep sleep like a melody. When you write with them it's like giving life to dull words of wisdom, typing is like a wave of gold ruching towards you like a earthquake, it's definitely something new like a first date or a cloud with rain, words are like birds they float and fly finding comfort in different places in the universe.

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Sandstorm
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Like a fountain the water streams down onto the ground like a waterfall the buildings look old and unique like a painting in a sandstorm, people walk the street  looking lost and wondering around seeing and being. The clouds look like big white fluff like a soft cone of cream, the atmosphere is different like in a world far away not heard or seen of, Something like a unique picture.

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Seas
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Green land, green seas. Green everywhere green lightning, like a grass fluff of dust in the air and farm of the sky in a box in a deep treasure chest in different shades of greens in a ocean bottle like the way the sun sets.