There rages a cerulean waft
In the swaying scarlet fields.
On a blade of grass flutters a dream
Frolicking anguished,
Throbbing gleefully.
Brooding by the stream,
An unseen longing watches
That song striding in
Already far.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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