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Here in summer’s languor, no words could ever tell
Beholding beauty such as this, would cause the tongue to swell
Where the slopes of other valleys, or longing lakes afar
The heart feels quiet sympathy, they cannot compare as well
So overcome with majesty, and tranquil peaks of snow
The stillness of a mirrored lake, unlike I have ever known
If heaven could be so beautiful…Dear Lord, please take me now
If heaven’s gate, is such as this, I would not hesitate to go
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Spring trips will be all lively in untamed life.
Times whims will erode a flourishing nightlife.
Fallen leaves capitulate to the assaults of time.
Superb sound of hatchlings leaving to rife.
The Sunsets as it plunges from its climb.
Such as life, we often are placed in odd chimes.
Instability drives doomed people hysterical.
Likewise, the regarded air is beginning to dime.
A brilliant and marvelous day is a sample.
A forlorn relationship douses the pull.
Significance is no longer convincing.
A vitality-less soul supports gloomy turmoil.
Individuals lose faith when their ego is dissolving.
Sympathy is essential to offer ultimate helping.
Passions are hidden for a while and ego fusion.
Days to review and retain the positive feelings.
Ignoring the past and savoring the situation.
Less secure than assuming: reaching resolution
The truth is that everything is transitory.
Even if it is genuine, today is a bogus imitation.
The will to fight in despite immense difficulty
I can swiftly mute myself to the limit of insanity.
Woe and anguish hammer my nerve
I'm worried and upset by the uncapability.
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Flowers bloom in a chromatic aura of delight,
discover the seamless sky's resplendent light.
There is a radiant glory etched into the soul,
evoking eerie charisma with flawless insight.
Shimmering tinsel bathed in a satin dark roll,
straying in a misty shroud of moonbeams toll.
Alas, meadows sparkle with a celestial shower,
radiating a sapphire color as a bursting pole.
Charming, bright, dynamic, and full of power,
a hypnotic smile as dazzling as a vivid flower.
Something to lift the spirit is welcome,
With charisma, even stars can empower.
Charismatic people may view it or build some,
There is an ace line betwixt icy and keen to come.
At a bitter show, you whisper your sympathy,
Is the man insane? He appears to be in bedlam.
It's beguiling how we all have telepathy,
I'm not my visceral gear, charisma, or apathy.
Fake deeds, attire, tone, and words hide real fear,
Proved that a fake me is swell to a fake dignity.
The disparity and effect of charm and sheer,
What happens if you have no links or peers?
It may avow time to equate charm and loot,
Even more, neither will be used as a frontier.
Is anything you sense me that finds me a hoot?
Your beauty to draw me out of my gloomy root?
Still, I am both myself and you in this maelstrom,
My grief and your charisma save that ripening fruit.
Written: February 03, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - C Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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