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Celeste
The clouds flow brazen with the wind of sighs
To constant seek the one who calls for them
By names that last beyond their perishing
And leaves their seasons scented with the earth
While far below the life of air-bound song
I stand before the dawn with covered eyes
To open mouth to imitate her creed
In hopes the goddess of the morning rise
Will cast upon, assuage this subject, bowed
And give me peace that she will soon return.
April 7 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
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