General Poetry posted June 24, 2016

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by kiwisteveh

The valley slumbers. Snowy mist, a lake

that shimmers, boundless, in winter sun.

And I, the voyager, traverse

the tops of clouds, a seeker

lost at sea. For sweet truth

and wisdom vanish

as I draw near.

Life's rainbows

can't be



Etheree Poetry contest entry


Contest conditions allow for the Etheree to either grow from one to ten syllables, or be reversed, as here.
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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