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Thoughts in a cloud above the Catskills (Free verse) by Enkidu

Time to cry my fairytale to rest Dreams of skywriting seems To me so flat at that I jest The words of Saints in blackened ivory braille Fate in the clouds of late Which infer my words with a gale Once more a crown of lightness does forsake Grace and narrow embrace That atone my own vicious ache

Shuushin 24-Feb-04/7:53 AM
Flows quite well in an older-world way.




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