Thomas Adams

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My America - Poem by Thomas Adams

I see lights! Dimly Flickers that prance and dance atop cold, black, watery reflections. Hues on their own accord, bringing to life - brilliance. Alive, gargantuan! (H) humbly in submission, the meere scent of a country. Widening eyes bringing each to his own, in his manner, his bounty. A light, bright. A day to cast its counterpart by earth and boot. Even should I dare to discontinue? To turn the way around? Who but I? Then, but me, shall be left to flail and cease?

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  • Gold Star - 31,479 Points Gajanan Mishra (8/4/2013 9:55:00 PM)

    I love America, I want to see, great write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 5, 2013


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