Complicated as brushing maybe.Parting hairs was the least of their worries.Unleavened bread will be buttered with sunken stories. Told by the ancestors, drumming pasts slumber and sleep.Rumbling giants speaking into the deep.Plumbing through youthful cries, burdens no mans able to gutter. Oh inner guide, please do not stutter,plain speech, I beseech you utter.
Today’s device assonance,form is poetry prose I tried with using (U sound ) The meaning is related to a dream I had of the drum sound in my sleep. Happy Writing…
A Poet's Vision 
That’s pretty nice 🙂
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thank you
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I like the depth of the plea.
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thank you
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this sounds good . mission accomplished I guess 🙂
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Did you make up your own word, ‘sunking’ stories? More power to you, unless you meant sunken, then there it is. I liked how you used worried as a ‘u’ sound.
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ah thanks, writing fast around 11pm last night and very little editing..
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