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"A poem."

My remorseful soul, a prism of unrest;
Summer rains replenishing and tender
And shadowy clouds ebb and flow with jest;
A ray of gold pierces them with splendour
As light hits my soul and splits into a rainbow.
The valley echoes with my brothers cries
And fields of faith bloom with hope as they grow.
I see my beacon shine through broken skies:

Sapphire birds dance through the eloquent air
And roses sway in the winds of grandeur.
The beauty overwhelms as petals wear,
and hated barbs play a hurtful overture.
The thorns puncture my heart with woeful pain -
I'm smiling; meaningfully going insane

Wow, just seeing it there brought a tear to my eye.
You could have had, of couse, "They were the wings of death!" for that darker, more disturbing end line.

They were the wings of life!

Probably, although my slight alteration made it far greater.

Did they delete the glorious poem I wrote in Truth's "I'm Leaving" thread?

Elaborate on this!

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I'm making some gestures, by the by. Quite offensive ones.
I hope this makes things a bit clearer.

Listen mate, don't you dare steal my poems again. I'm part of the BBC poem group and they are fiercely protective of their members. I'm going to get my uncle onto you, I hope you're prepared for what is to come.

Would you care to elaborate on that?

Very good!

I saw the drug reference. I noted it. I digested it. I contemplated it. I wrote an heroic epic poem about it. It still doesn't make it better than 'not sure', leaning towards 'decent'.

the first is a very interesting poem, a poem perhaps of many meanings? maybe we can meet up? what are you wearing?

the second is an interesting poem; very modern.

Can't you help but see the blatent drug reference? Perhaps you can enlighten me?