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Poem: Fantasy Bloom Old By: Azka

Under the horizon, the lull of spring

Waltzed into fluttering upon blessed gold

Rose ivy of a mirthful jewelled ring

Purred a tune upon pained red lace it told

For the beast of winter had dawned its wing

And its witch cursed claws are yet to be sold

To the leaves of the stars combined to cling

So, dare not let their fantasy bloom old


This is another one of my poems and it uses iambic pentameter, a volta and enjambment.

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