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Lullabies
His songs became dreams
Of a faraway home
With plaiden wools
And triumphs and woes
My eyes grew heavy
As I drifted away
And became rightful heir
To his land and his love
That dusty guitar,
Now out of tune,
A mortal reminder
Of breath and of life
The heroes are gone
And my hero is too
But his legacy lives on
As I pass on our lullabies
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| Thank you for your kind words Krow |
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| Thanks so much, you're right, I tend to forego punctuation a bit but will try harder to include it. |
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| im really not one to critique.... i absolutely love it! |
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| Lovely choice of words, but perhaps you could use more punctuation? Whenever I read a poem, I read it out loud to hear the rhythm and movement, but as I read this, I was unsure of where to pause or breathe or stop. |
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| Thanks, I tried it and you're right, it flows better |
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