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The light that wakes me
The light that wakes me,Taunts with florid horns,Dreams of childlike innocence,But loveless is the dawn – Night’s avowed refugees,Washed up shadows spurn,Tides possessing rightly,These affections unreturned. A play of lies engrossing,Thieves that knowest me not,Consorts of the emptiness,The loves that life forgot. Solemnity is not my maker,Etching malevolent words –My underwriter is hope, Reborn with…
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The Flowers of Venice
The flowers of Venice bloom without Earth,Balcony boucays vibrant with wonder,Exploding colours from archetectural forms.It doesnt take an inheritance of ground,Only a love of beauty to hold beauty,Rainbow bunches reflected in still waters,Above and below, every bloom is doubled,Geraniums remind us of nature’s triumph,Accents of jasmine floating upon the air,Wisterias, hydrangeas, petunias, pansies, Civil graces…
A Fantazien Window 