Evening skies – sparkle of gold,
Brewing mills across the clouds,
While it may sail to faraway lands
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Evening skies – sparkle of gold,
Brewing mills across the clouds,
While it may sail to faraway lands
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This is indeed a beautiful poem! It is a mistake, though, to name it a rhyme.
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Why do you say so then?
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In English, a “poem” can be in any style, but a “rhyme” is one which rhymes.
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Updated. Thank you. 💚
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