Author Ryan Ramoutar: Just a start. My hobby is penning poetry and my profession creating number one novels! In the dawn, radiant rays glow, through wood's faults they travel, A speck swirls up in its line, weaving into the illumination of softness, With no mind of its own but lending to the mellifluous morning, Eyes are full of tears too dense to leak, silent debating. Ten roses perched on a shelf, where shattered glass rest, A picturesque of abated anger, broken hearts and cupid's sharp point, The odor still fall, like snow, softly on open skin, In a like freezing warmth- an eskimo's abode. The ground is unfixed at my disposal,streaks dance unceasing, It could be what death feels like, approaching with warning, However there is laughter, and happy screaming, overcoming, Too easy was the return of forgiveness ,and an unexplainable joy. |
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