Diamond In The Swamp

Diamond In The Swamp short poem

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“Like a dangling swing from outa space
the diamond bridge hang over the Bonny river
spraying its golden rays of lights upon the
dark rippling ocean waves that have become
docile at this time, being in harmony with this
incendiary display from the beautiful dangling
concrete superstructure over its ominous depth.”

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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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There is a lovely picture described in your poem that I envision while reading.

Thank you, David, for the Diamond in words…Zuzanna

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