Category: Rhyme
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Cobbleton Slope
The Medieval town of Cobbleton Slope, pronounced ‘slop’ back in the day, is a picturesque place, hardly changed over the years. No I tell a lie. The town council decreed the streets would be no thoroughfare for any contraption on wheels except ye olde wheelbarrowes. And so it remained until earlier today. The restriction now…
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The Unfinished Lover’s Lament
The violets are blue, the roses, red. She loves me, he loves me not. What if the roses were yellow instead? Would that make love differ? Possibly
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Stillness
With zephyr whispering slowly Bringing closer echoes from afar Celestial skies shine brightly in reflection As lily pads seem to float in the air Lavender flowers brush the bankside A bridge stretches into view Viridescent edges blend together Calming energies once again renew
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The Tunnel
Look into the magic eye Watch as the world fades away See the distance and then the height Which is your favourite way?
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Indigo Hue
There’s not much to say About the city view Except it looks good In an indigo hue.The urban landscape A skyscraper or two And golden lights In an indigo hue. The place where ideas are formed And where dreams may come true Are collected together In the indigo hue.
The Mansionic Perspective 