synthetic, emanate, rustic, swirling
timeless, illusion, blossom, silence
Josph May sponsored
Eight words poetry contest
written 20/07/2024
10 syllables each line
no intended rhyme
snow clad mountains go for a million miles, thick icy clouds rise swirling to heavens, stars twinkling down like meteor showers, a cobbled path winding to rustic town. civilisation thrives on peace and love, no wars to fight and no hatred to preach, Sun and moon glow an illusion of pink, like synthetic art with single colour. food and water is free, life has value, no one to pay, no one to fear or pray, they learn the knowledge of self in nature, timeless the flow with no clocks to punish. pink blossoms emanate an aroma, that adds calmness to the silence around, town is a peaceful reality of dreams, go there, live life, preach them no religion.
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