A Poem
words in a row
rhyme and meter
flowing emotions
in crimson thoughts
born from tears
born in laughter
clothed in
sweet caresses
of love
or war …
longing kisses
or eternal bliss
tender offerings
of a mystical muse …
days of yore
younger worlds
winsome bliss
and infinite hopes …
these were penned
in days long past
or yet to be written
in a future
still unseen …
words in a row
rhyme and meter
flowing emotions
in crimson thoughts
a poem.
Written for the Thirteenth Floor Paradigm.
Bastet and Sekhmet's Library 
Beautiful. Mystical muses and words of youth/younger times. Wonderful.
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Thanks dear lady!
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Lovely Georgia and you used the repetition to good effect. I hope this prompt receives good entries.
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Let’s hope so…but I don’t have much of a following there so it’s something that will have to grow.
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You got a couple of good positive comments so be hopeful and we all start small, it will grow, my friend Jenny may submit but she’s out of town today so maybe tomorrow. Give it a while and see what happens.
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It’s a week long prompt…so I’ll try to promote it through a Just a Note tomorrow…as you say…we all start small and hope to grow 🙂 Thanks!
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Oh I enjoyed reading this aloud very much!! 🙂
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🙂
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