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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 




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12 comments:

  1. AnonymousSunday, June 30, 2013

    Like it! Wonderful flow...

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  2. AnonymousSunday, June 30, 2013

    That was beautifully expressed!
    Liked it!!

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  3. AnonymousSunday, June 30, 2013

    That was beautifully expressed!
    Liked it!!

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  4. Silent Otto Monday, July 01, 2013

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

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  5. UnknownMonday, July 01, 2013

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

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  6. hyperCRYPTICalTuesday, July 02, 2013

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

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  7. S.E.IngrahamTuesday, July 02, 2013

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

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

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  8. UnknownTuesday, July 02, 2013

    Yes, wait till she's home.

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  9. Brian MillerWednesday, July 03, 2013

    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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  10. Red HandedWednesday, July 03, 2013

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

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  11. Tess KincaidFriday, July 05, 2013

    Beautiful...

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  12. Brian MillerSaturday, July 13, 2013

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

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