Lucky 8
Up at eight in the morn with no discomfort
to capture some warm summer rays. I sit fast
and adore the great pulchritude and its vast
paragon of purity; of green comfort
and unspoiled charisma of the countryside.
Till the impatient orange-red blazing sun
makes its entrance and wandering hours were done;
a divine revelation bursting with pride.
7/8/2018
1.) Revelation 2.) Pulchritude 3.) Adore 4.) Discomfort 5.) Paragon 6.) Charisma 7.) Blazing 8.) Eight
Poetry Contest: Rhyme Time 5- Lucky 8
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