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Oh, it is like my heart
Has been set free
From its cage of white
To skip across
The red, red fields of passion
So vulnerable to the golden arrows
Of the winged child
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Oh, it is like my heart
Has been set free
From its cage of white
To skip across
The red, red fields of passion
So vulnerable to the golden arrows
Of the winged child
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Check out more of my poems here!
Angel of Fire
Soft and beautiful notes
Present the golden morn.
Over the horizon
The sun does ascend.
A new day is born!
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Majestic mountains
Do their icy caps shed.
Tulips open
To lap up the sunlight
Flashing their petals of red.
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Rising higher
Into the black,
Like a lunging tiger
Protecting…
It’s beloved pack!
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Oh, the sun’s magical light
Let us admire.
Yielding…
Such a beautiful crop!
An angel of fire!
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This poem uses repetition of the line “It bleeds and bleeds” to make the poem more effective, like is done in the Villanelle.
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My scarred heart
Bleeds and bleeds…
It bleeds and bleeds
Through fresh wounds
It bleeds and bleeds
For a beautiful vision
It bleeds and bleeds
For a world…
… that could not be
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Angel of Fire
Soft and beautiful notes
Present the golden morn.
Over the horizon
The sun does ascend.
A new day is born!
-
Majestic mountains
Do their icy caps shed.
Tulips open
To lap up the sunlight
Flashing their petals of red.
-
Rising higher
Into the black,
Like a lunging tiger
Protecting…
It’s beloved pack!
-
Oh, the sun’s magical light
Let us admire.
Yielding…
Such a beautiful crop!
An angel of fire!
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See more of my poems here.