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Symbolism:
I walked on the edge of the woods
I am careful not to go too far
For within the hollowed tees, there lie falsehoods
So I must stay,walking among the stars
In the gloomy forest it is a one way ticket
So I must stray just beyond the thickets
Though I may be beckoned to come from others who have gone
I will stray from dusk to dawn
Hyperbole:
She laughs and I smile a hundred times more
She’s so beautiful it makes my heart sore
Her eyes shine brighter than a 1000 stars
I feel joy when I see her from afar
My heart leaps whenever I see her
Life with her becomes a blur
She laughs and I smile a hundred times more
Seeing her makes the whole world spin
It makes me savor the places from where she's been
When she looks at me I can't think
When she looks at me I cant blink
It’s like a wall blocks me from her
But I will reach her I assure
She laughs and I smile a hundred times more
Metaphor:
Dust and dirt
Confusion and hurt
A musky closet
Light spills out from below the door
Careful not to get hit
Something comes near and you plead “No more”
A mirror in front of you
You see yourself
Making sure you have the work that’s due
You cower from the pain you’ve dealt
Life is a monotonous chore
Working, eyes to the floor
With you driving you
Until succumbing to death you do
Imagery:
A winters morning
A brilliant white blanket covers as far the eye can see
The scent that covers you is that of burning
Fallen and broken are the trees
A foxhole is what you now call home
You must be careful to never roam
Snow dances as it falls to the ground
Gunfire and engines are the only sounds
Consonance:
Italy, lying in the Mediterranean
Arancini, fried and oozing
Fresh Grissini poking out of baskets
Antipasti on platters
Cioccolatini waiting in boxes
Freshly baked Pasticcini on plates
Spaghetti coiled up covered with sauce
Plates of ravioli stacked up, waiting to be eaten
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