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The Roots

Written: November 11, 2023
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Zeal, which requires forbearance as its root,
      Akin to a home built upon sleek clay
Yet, as brave as all the walls on the route
      And its high spires proudly rise to the sky.
Though skilled creators leave behind a trail,
      Aesthetic pyrrhic shapes on every hand.
Shining sculptures in shady nooks prevail
      And waterfalls dance in some pastiche stands.
Yet, when a gloomy easterly breeze blows,
      The worst wind blows, and dewy showers fall.
Always defeating a hindrance that flows
      Then! The ornate design crumbles and crawls.
        Earning love spells the skill to endure pain.
        Masonry-like friendship called to remain
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Anaya Avatar
November 12, 2023 at 8:43 AM
I'm faving "The Roots" Your Sonnet pulled me in, its defeat sadly, war destroys all, what once had been built up shall fall along with its beauty along with man. We can only appreciate more now than ever the skills of mankind. x ~Anaya
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November 12, 2023 at 3:20 AM
How beautiful is this poem, the way you’ve painted imagery in such a descriptive manner is beyond brilliant and poetic! I love so many lines in this as always, you really have a unique style of rhymes, so surreal and captivating! I especially love how it pauses and picked up from the line “ The worst wind blows, and dewy showers fall.“ this line conveys so much . . “ Then! The ornate design crumbles and crawls.“ love this line too! Exquisite alliterations and flow to your heartfelt write! Fave
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