Ode To The Miners

Black as coal they fell to their knees
For no one could hear their pleas
They wheezed and wheezed until no more
For the air they breathed was poor.

by Magdalena Moise

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Is the passion of their sleep. In the morning they arise, And their moony covering Is soaring in the skies, With the tempests as they toss, Nicely penned poem.
Huge moons wax and wane, with the breath from their pale faces, . brilliance
Wonderful imagery in this poem. He used a word unfamiliar to me (Videlicet) which I will now look up and discover the meaning. Learn something new on this website every day! I hope the butterflies he mentions here are not the same species as in my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH!
Man loved the moon and stars
beautiful imagery...
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