Love is a gladness of the heart
at sight of what's still natural--
those startling thumps within my breast
when all I view is beautiful
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a four line, rhyming love poem. No syllable count, but must rhyme. |
Author Notes
Artwork is courtesy of Google images.
One has to travel so far now to find undeveloped land, even farm land. Parks in urban areas are scarce, and even in the suburbs gardens have shrunk because homeowners want McMansions.
Let me look at trees, prairie, wild flowers, mountains, ponds, rivers and I am instantly in love..
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