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under the soft candlelight’s glow we tread,
each flicker, a truth unveiled, in shadows spread
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into the thick where darkness laments and sighs,
paradox deepens beneath the starlit skies
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on this dim-lit trail, until the rising sun
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Category: cinquain
morose
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sullen Emery’s soul,
bones his canvas, sorrow’s toll,
in each piece, he’d find,
life’s beauty, redefined,
from the morose, art would extol
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about the poems & photos
Come, all ye rolling readers, may ye find delight in my poems, inspired by the ‘Word of the Day’, daily prompts, life’s adventures, and my love of nature. Wander these verses at thy leisure. Begin thy journey on my ‘🌿featured reads‘ page, oft renewed, and last brought anew on the 4th Day of December 2024. Many thanks, kind folk.