Poetry and Verse

Crusade

Her silhouette, Brown mustard figure Against glowing amber oak. Laces and strings, Scarf and tassels; Looped and tied; Girded and saddled.

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Listen

If hope is to be pursued, one must listen to the tangled words of mystics, of children, of the witless.

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Guard Well

A mad beast guards This song well. Behind fierce eyes, A soft melody Wafts through bars, A perfumed prison; A personal Elba . The glare

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