Like a tiny speck of dust, Found not beneath the naked eye, As though never being, Their leafs be the…
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Nor did it matter what it was, An act yea cruel; a song yea new, How soon this cloud of…
Sing again
Dawn as simple yea moist muses seep, Who can resist a sad cure by the dawn? If they would sing,…
On Bees
I give leave, if not wishes in green, Now are they spoilt, the brown flickers, As bruised a leaf on…
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Fly aghast, succumb to joy; Nor fetter those waxen feathers, Nor below look at fires spit in yore, Nor chisel…
When he speaks
Listen: the sound of cool breeze and swift cars pass. These days grow new and eschew old in streams to…
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A single sweat became rain and she was running towards herself. There was no mention of word, nor call, nor…
A wandering stranger
Some time ago, it was almost a speck; a boy I knew, but he was a strange guy. I didn't…
Broken Tree
With new hour come an old hour fall, In least of which was tree yea tall, Ere he stood all…
Muse of Dodona
I am the Muse who sings not of no other, I am the difference between light and night: The art…
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