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The Myrtle - NW

The Myrtle sits single, lonely at the crossroads adorned with one hundred cobalt bottles; waiting. Evening soon comes and gentle winds blow softly that Aphrodite sings her sweet, enticing song. Weak, evil spirits; guileless souls, will, helpless, answer, her siren call. Then trapped Inside the bottle blue 'till dawn. When morning sun will seal their fate. A Note In The Wind Poetry Contest; placed 3rd Sponsored by: Charles Messina Date written: 29th October 2022

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Date: 11/2/2022 6:44:00 PM
The image of myrtle sitting in cobalt bottles until dawn arrives is so very imaginative! Congratulations on your win dear Terry !
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Terry Miller
Date: 11/3/2022 2:05:00 AM
Thank you Valsa
Date: 11/2/2022 11:40:00 AM
The heart sings of its color Cobalt blue, congrats on your win :)
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Terry Miller
Date: 11/3/2022 2:06:00 AM
Thank you so much for your kind comments
Date: 11/2/2022 4:41:00 AM
This is really well-written, Terry. I enjoyed it very much. Congratulations on your winning placement. Charlie
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Terry Miller
Date: 11/2/2022 8:16:00 AM
Thank you, Charles, for the placement, kind comments, and for running this contest; there was certainly a spread of interpretations!
Date: 10/30/2022 10:11:00 AM
such and interesting one. All those cobalt bottles!! Great images too.
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Terry Miller
Date: 10/31/2022 2:22:00 AM
Thank you Andrea, I appreciate your kind comments