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EkittieX

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I saw a place of such immense beauty, that although I have a terrible time expressing in words how it looked, I’ll give it a try anyway.
The sun was just setting, a colossal flame, burning about half way between the sky and horizon. There was an occasional cloud, stroking pink across the burnt orange of the pending twilight. The colors from the sun bled onto the surface of opaque water, creating a mirror that reflected only sunlight. Dark waters turned white as the salty sea splashed against rocky cliffs, crashing in soothing patterns of chttschhhhhhh. . . . . . . . , chttschhhhhhh. . . . . . . . . Over and over again they crashed as the tide came in.
Traces of sweet jasmine intermingled with the salty air of the seashore. The scent filled the air as the cool evening breeze swept along the shoreline.
A lighthouse sitting on top of the rocky cliff turned its light on as the sky began to cast shadows upon the earth. Only streaks of orange remained visible. They too began to fade and creatures of the night began to sir.
(Unfinished 5/10/01 10:45 pm)
Ok, so I'm not done with this, but what do you guys think so far?
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Come on, now, I can take some constructive critisism
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I love it!!! Especially the bit where the colours of the sun bled to the water. Well Done and add to it, it's great!!!
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I think poetry is written mostly for pleasure, by which I mean the pleasure of pain, horror, anguish and awe as well as the pleasure of beauty, music and the act of living.
~Kenneth Slessor~
 
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