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..::Desert Bride::..
It’s raining Monday evening
On the border of Colorado.
Desert sands blow hastilly,
Every animal here has a foe.
The veil of the tall slender bride,
Waves as the sand passes.
Born on the open range,
People come in masses.
She died here, bless her,
On the border of Colorado.
Fire did sweep out,
Every animal and foe.
Her body rests here,
Plans and trips, now aside.
The body of the resting beauty,
The corpse of the desert bride.
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Comments
Smiling Devil Says:
I really love this
OmniX Says:
Born on the open range,

People come in masses.<<<<<<Bride is a renown attraction
Fire did sweep out, <<<<<Flame thrower?
Every animal and foe.
Alright poetry is not non-sense
But yea, it's poetic none the less hehe
HolyCheesecakes Says:
very pretty
it kinda reminds me of the Corpse Bride --- lol! you describe it all very well, but the third passage is a little rough --- nonetheless it is very pretty
Great job!!