Mythamore
Words Swirling In A Free Form Poem Like Smoke From A Campfire
Another poem that came to me on a walk inspired the stories and tales my Muse and I love to fall into. I hope I can make it visually like smoke from a campfire but the Vocal editor may not let me do it. I tried to do something similar with my After The Show poem that I wrote with Melissa and you can read it at the end of this poem.
I included "Brothers Gather Round" by The Cosmic Rough Riders because it feels right for this poem. The album review is linked as the final piece of this story.
The editor destroyed the form, but it still looks fine, but I have screenshotted what I wanted to happen.
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Autumn Leaves
Fall From Trees
The Words We Read
Set Us Free
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Rivendell
A Place Where
In Love We Fell
With His Words
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My Aphrodite
From Olympus
Beautiful Sight
Ocean Goddess
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On To Asgard
Wotan Freyja
Thor Hammers Hard
Northern Stories
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Together
We Read Tales
Forever
Setting Sail
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Your Hand In Mine
Feeling Close
As We Turn The Page
And Fall Into
The Next Chapter
In Our Book Of Love
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