Critique thread

[Anonymous No.10815961]

This one is a work in progress


Here I dwell in stoic thought, of what is statute in written wrought, from place whence our beauty dawns, in a shadow of never long.
Sprung into view came a Muse, she sang song of time tailored tongue, with her gentle melodic blend.
There I ponder with the museful ways, about why in all of Wonder we always wander to the fateful sea, and go down to into Ocean's deep, with deep sinking glee.
Through the wirl of waters above, dims the day giving brim of might, the shower of heat and light.
Here we sink into the steeps of blues, down past the lifely reefs view, into the new mysterious liue.