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| Frozen Heart A lowly man, beset in stone, Humble and kind, yet always alone. Never letting the sun shine through, Yet keeping his heart stong and true. Like the tide sweeping an untouched beach, The repeativeness, it suddenly does breach. Realizing that love is real, Yet time and death, they will steal. He standeth alone, yet content at heart, The love he's had, sour yet tart. He keeps the little times he's had, The few intimate moments which make him glad. A Cycle of Pictures A dew drop forms Along the lucious green, The sun peeks up and out, A beautiful sight to be seen. Escape into the trees For the sun beats overhead, The magnificence of it lost, Not one word can be said. Climb the tallest hill, The sun lumbers in the west, The colors change so vibrantly, Right before its rest. The sky turns dark, Soon twinkles appear, A silver monolith rises up, A new picture soon near. Dragon's Day Nearer the sky, the dragon soars, It's glistening wings, impressive roars, Well up inside it's bosom so great, Seems just so perfect, as if by fate. Draco passes the sun, an eternity to pass, While cool breeze blows through green-blue grass, But hark, it passes from out of the glare, And again it's flight throughout the air. It dives and climbs, an enchanting dance, Like a grand ballet it appears by glance, Draco frolicks and plays in it's home above, To weave in and out of clouds his love. Draco takes its time while it glides in the dusk, As it emits a smell of jasmine and musk, It growls as it yawns, what an impressive sight, Then it lands just to sleep, for the sun's set into night. (All poems created by Jeremy Schlake) |
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