Rictameter poem
syllables 2-4-6-8-10
and return.
God's gift
captures the soul
wonder of green and gold
the sweetest of colours unfold
sky azure blue and leaves autumnal hue
crimson berries over the wold
paintings from days of old
come and behold
God's gift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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