The Poetry Marathon

24 hours

We have reached the finish line

Rest until next year

Mountainous pathway

Steep, rocky, and treacherous

Spectacular views

Precipitation

Creates a gentle drumming

And soothes me to sleep

I want to fly

Across the sky

And have the whole world at my fingertips

I traveled into the town

to buy the fabric needed for a gown

But when I arrived

I was told I was too late

Rustling grasses

Gentle and soothing to me

Speak like hollow reeds

Family tradition

Holding hands, making wishes

Breaking the wish bone

Flickering starlight

Monsters lurk beneath the moon

Devoured humans

Expensive fabrics

Swan feathers, red rose petals

Magical wedding

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