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Sunday, 30 June 2013

Yellow Golds!


She toiled the fields, not anymore
Harvest has befallen, none to explore
Storms above nevertheless knew her pain
that bestowed dearth in her own plane

Looking above, she beckoned the Gods
Let me embrace sustenance against all odds 
 Don't ensue and ravage my support
Wait until I reach my abode !

None to explore this mortal's earth 
 Covered with yellow golds, yet to unearth 




12 comments:

  1. That was beautifully expressed!
    Liked it!!

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  2. That was beautifully expressed!
    Liked it!!

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  3. Like turning over fresh earth, not immediately apparent what is being unearthed, but all in good time, cheers.

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  4. Those must be her thoughts to get home quickly before the storm begins!

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  5. There is much to find below our feet...
    Anna :o]

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  6. This matches the prompt so well...beautifully penned, truly.

    http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2013/07/beneath-skies.html

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  7. its a hard life for many...the lack...the crying out to the gods to help, even if to get home...its all very real...nice use of dearth too...smiles.

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  8. Beautiful....had a lovely flow to it. Poignant :)

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  9. thanks for popping in today...smiles...hope you are well...happy saturday

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