Steemit Poetry Contest #13 Inaccessible
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I saw one misty morning
An orchid on a tree,
And like a flute of silver
Its blossoms called to me.
The plaintive cry of beauty
That mid decay is born
I heard there standing breast-deep
In sparkling dews of dawn
And longed to pluck those mauve sprays
Too high, alas, for me!
From the shadow-weaving branches
Of that old and moss-draped tree.
Well done, you can write :) There's music, here, and elegant use of language - it flows. I wish you best of luck!
Here's an introduction to my work, Yahia
Nice work, am still learning(untalented).
Thanks, we’re all still learning & you are not untalented...