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it's a poem, in a French form called a "Blazon." "Blazon" is also the title of the poem. I worked really hard on this, and love it a lot. Please Critque. Also- my claimer accidentally repeats. Sorry about that! Enjoy!
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 118 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-03-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2526628
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Claimer: This belongs to me, Bobbi, and nobody else. Stealing is banned, obey or I will kill you. Have a nice day.
"Blazon"
You are the glowing sun
in a frozen meadow,
a warm blanket on a winter's night,
the
artist's pencil,
the creation of my second chance.
You are
a bushel of apples, ripe and new,
a young bird about to fly,
a
pillow of downy comfort,
the relaxation in a hug.
You are
the North Star, showing the way,
my guide in the darkest
hours,
more precious than gold,
or the jewels of the
Aztecs.
You are my love,
and I am yours.
-- Bobbi Borrelli
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