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French
She lay upon the mountain crests
Laurel framed by golden tresses
Skin the faintest blush of rose
Warm breath that exhaled
Upon each earthly petal
Held in check by winter’s woes
And grasped like straws
Until spring sprung upon her
Like a hurricane of frost.
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Anonymousover 17 years agoYou have a great voice
I enjoyed listening to you reading this, you have a lovely voice. A good piece, with some memorable images such as the 'hurricane of frost'
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