"Into this wild abyss, The womb of nature . . . "
-John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book II
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Sunsets melt in a forest glen, and a white horse rests in the Zen. A blue wren on a rock perches, and mingling are leaning birches. Bright and colorful wildflowers sway, and water lilies twirl and play. A swift stream of polished stone turns, and I am lost among the ferns ! __________________________ December 30, 2019 Poetry/Lay/Into a Wild Abyss Copyright Protected, ID 19-1213-662-02 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Lay It On Me sponsor, Charles Messina Second Place
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