His vision was artistic,
His song modern and classic,
With the sounding of heavens music-
His life, a circle of magic.
One ardency day he became wise,
After seeking the truth 1000 times,
And claimed to be loved by an angel-
Nature and heaven his mother...
His horizon was boundless,
With no moon, and starless,
Neither was there the light of sun-
There in the mountian of Heilcon,
High above the wavering sea,
He truned his dreams into reality,
And in a place of Old Vines,
He planted a vineyard,
For his beloved,
In the instant that his soul became,
A fiery-ardency,
Star-storm,
Surrounded by Lighting-
Messengers,
Leading the way...
A contest entry
- The Poet by Angelo di Luce.
300 points, ended October 11, 2 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Awesome write dear poetess
really well done
I like the photo
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You took your mood from this world to that world linking and amplifying the beauty of your loveful thoughts..a wonderful poetry indeed...
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I love this poem, so appropriate dear poetess
Good luck in contest
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