Rondeau
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The fog as skin what an awesome image!
Oh, sure, just keep having your way with form every damn day. Sheesh.
Hahaha, thanks Mathew.
Beautiful
Thank you
In Vegas, the sun claims the sky, no fog to veil,
Its radiance reigns, from dawn till night prevails.
Through neon lights and streets that never sleep,
The desert's breath, warm and dry, does sweep,
A city's heart, untouched by misty gales.
In every alley, lane, and sunlit trail,
The clarity of day does not grow pale.
In glimmering lights, the secrets that they keep,
In Vegas, the sun claims the sky.
The Strip, alive, with stories to regale,
Under a sky so clear, so vast, so frail.
Here, the night's stars, their silent vigil keep,
In a land where clouds seldom dare to creep,
In splendor bold, no foggy shroud to scale,
Magnificent rejoinder
Thank you 🙏
🩶🛶🩶
The fog as skin what an awesome image!
Oh, sure, just keep having your way with form every damn day. Sheesh.
Hahaha, thanks Mathew.
Beautiful
Thank you
In Vegas, the sun claims the sky, no fog to veil,
Its radiance reigns, from dawn till night prevails.
Through neon lights and streets that never sleep,
The desert's breath, warm and dry, does sweep,
A city's heart, untouched by misty gales.
In every alley, lane, and sunlit trail,
The clarity of day does not grow pale.
In glimmering lights, the secrets that they keep,
In Vegas, the sun claims the sky.
The Strip, alive, with stories to regale,
Under a sky so clear, so vast, so frail.
Here, the night's stars, their silent vigil keep,
In a land where clouds seldom dare to creep,
In splendor bold, no foggy shroud to scale,
In Vegas, the sun claims the sky.
Magnificent rejoinder
Thank you 🙏