Here's a poem that I wrote:
The Incan Peasant's Lament
When the burning disc disappears from the sky
here, 10,000 feet above the equator,
a bone chill invades your being
such that you cast your eyes and arms to the creator,
willing to sacrifice anything for its hasty return.
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love that immagery,I'm glad you are enjoying your writing and we,well not me I knew you had this talent, are amazed at the colorful pictures you are painting for us.thanks mom
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