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damsel


she
pinned
namesakes
in her hair
beckoning summer
igniting blooms that lit her way

© 2014-Rene

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  1. How utterly sweet.

    A peony to you, Rene.

    Pearl

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  2. luv your Fibonacci, i haven't used that form in a long while, beautiful poem


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    much love...

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  3. The picture beautifully connects with the poem. Lovely! :)

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  4. there is magic in those last couple lines rene...

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  5. lovely words..especially enjoyed the last line..

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  6. Ahoy ! The beacons of Gondor are lit ....

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  7. Bloom to bloom to bloom! Very nice image.

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  8. Blooming marvelous! Succinctly and summery sweet alright!

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  9. Cleverly done. I didn't know Fibonacci was used as a poetic form - not much used for epic poems?

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