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First of Two

They are many things Defeat Broken and decrepit They flinch The hefty earned the sky It croons That there is no beauty Therefore there is no admiration There is no inspiration "There is only Reason" They lament But the land is not despaired For it is but art The sky sighs The white extols The sky moults a tear of its garden The anew grows yet still groan The sky scoffs They do all but presently despair For no despair is reaped in these lands And no hope is sewn in these lands Harmony Dearest moon.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/23/2016 9:38:00 PM

Nhloe Varforth, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Zapping Zombies

Date: 6/18/2016 3:13:00 PM

It just is.... Beautiful.