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Goldenrod
I saw you standing neath the earth
balanced on a mortar,
The fissile pines were made of time
and creatures oleander,
Above the earth is where I stood,
Goldenrod of fortune,
And there above an indigo sun
was the silent warriors marching...
Published 2nd Apr 2016
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2nd Apr 2016 00:19am
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2nd Apr 2016 00:43am
...& the clouds came two by two as if marching to an arc ...the color of which is a rainbow hue you can see untill the dark....loved this madly:)
2nd Apr 2016 2:00am
Absolutely gorgeous, a slice of magic that leave so much to the imagination, magnificent work.
2nd Apr 2016 5:46am
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