A Webnovel Poem Anthology

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You see the clouds scattered across the endless sky?

You hear the chirp of birds at the break of dawn?

You feel the breeze of morning heat?

You smell the blooming flowers, beautiful and free?

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For isn't this the best time of day?

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You see the stars glistening off the icy water?

You hear the howl of wolves in the dead of night?

You feel the biting cold of night's breath?

You smell the burning wood, vibrant and everlasting?

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For isn't this the most beautiful time of day?

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To me, there is no most beautiful time.

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The howling of wolves or the chirping of birds,

The clouds of the stars,

The breeze or the breath,

The flowers or the flames.

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Why compare?

They don't create a single scene, but a day.

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Written By: Bronzeapollo

Written on: 8/23/18

Inspiration:

I wanted to write something different from my normal style. So I texted my ex at 11:30 pm and asked her to describe the most beautiful time of day. I got an angry reply and a different than average answer.

So I went to skype and saw who was online asking the same question to them.

I got two very contrasting answers, the dead of time and the dawn of day. So I thought back to the angry response by my ex, "It's 11:30 at night go to bed! Why does there even need to be a most beautiful time? Can't the day be beautiful all on its own! Memories may be scenes but you don't have to live your life that way." (This is without all the included colorful words and anger emojis.)

I combined all three into well a mess. I feel the final image was lost in the conclusion but can't think of better way of putting it right now.

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