In a garden on the gray side of a dream I can't remember
Crows with beaks of marbled blue strut coolly to defend their
Claim upon what's yours and mine abandoned on a leaf's edge
With signature in red and gold on dawn's black-winged assemblage.
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Sheer soaring poetry, my friend. So much beauty in so few words takes a light hand and a sure touch, and you never let us down there. That first line especially just literally couldn't be better.
ReplyDeleteNo one can claim what's yours and mine. They couldn't even get close to touching it.
ReplyDeletePerfection!
ReplyDeleteThat's just freaking gorgeous!
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