Palace of Glassics
Build upon from fantasy
The Palace of Glassics
Stood in reality
Held deep within my heart
Watching as every moment drifted past
Pondering about the lives of mortal
Seeking an answer to many questions
Yet there will never be one
Only to be trapped
Within my own
Palace of
Glassics
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This is written for Monday Poetry Potluck - Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses at Jingle Poetry.
This poem has a lovely style and flow. It really drew me in to this Palace of Glassics!
perfect shaped poetry,
fantastic and theme fitting, thanks for sharing…
I like the visual form of it, it adds to symmetry of the words. Well done
Nice! Like the accompanying music.
What an imagination..enchanting!!
Very mesmerizing. Thank you. My potluck: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/05/16/protect/
I like the way you are playing with language here. And glassics is a good word…
Sometimes fantasy becomes reality and vise versa.