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| 'Birds settle on the strand like notes of silent music' |
Eyeharp-- Tender fibrils stream like hair Driven tendrils spiral up Into convolution of seashells Undulatory breathing of the air Corollas of clouds when my dream Blooms, soon Pulsating strings deep down in me Like the winged light of lustral waters Up I fly; Fly in me O: Exclamation of crystalline flowers Of opened eyes to the eyes of the seas Choral echo of delight The wispy clouds coil and whisper, He's there I'm embalmed in a living tomb of irises Next poem HOME |
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