There you were blended bent on reaching me like a cloud
A mist forming a scarlet face where this dawn this sonar
Sojourn became nothing but a river of mythical mist and
Smoke rose making music of roses and lilies only they were
Grapes of joys made of calls coming through a magical fold
 

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There you were blended bent on reaching me like a cloud
A mist forming a scarlet face where this dawn this sonar
Sojourn became nothing but a river of mythical mist and
Smoke rose making music of roses and lilies only they were
Grapes of joys made of calls coming through a magical fold
 

Back to Imsi Imparnium Poetristries Index Page

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