she, decided that today
would be the day
that the mountains bowed
she, just as powerful
as the force that drags the snow
down from their rumpled beards
she, who would reach out her hands
and mold her world
like a child’s lump of clay
carving deep valleys
in the golden sunlight
filled with crepe myrtle and pines
and the sweet singing sounds
of life, and joy and the happiness
of a heart, unshackled from the pain
of unknowing
she, was a rare and beautiful snowflake
who basked in the glory of the midday sun
and refused to melt
Eric Syrdal is an independent poet/author. He’s an avid gamer and Sci-Fi enthusiast. He enjoys reading science fiction and fantasy literature and spends a great deal of his writing time focused in those genres. He is from New Orleans, Louisiana, where he lives with wife and two children. You can read more Eric’s writing at My Sword and Shield….
Gorgeous and powerful!
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Thank you, Aurora.
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You are very welcome
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful, Eric!
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Thank you, Lady Kindra! Goodnight!
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You’re so welcome. Thank you for sharing your gorgeous gift of writing with us all. ❤
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Kindra, it’s an absolute dream to share this with all the people I have met here, especially you. I hope one day when I’m published I can write all of your names on that dedication page to thank you for the wonderful support and encouragement you provide! ❤
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Oh, my word. ❤ The beauty of your soul knows no bounds!
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Thank you, Lady. Goodnight! ❤
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One word, Delightful!
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Thank you!!
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My pleasure!
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