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SWEETLY PLAY’D BREWED TEA
S.JENSEN © 2018
THOSE GOLDEN HEIGHTS
AGE GLIDES AWAY
BREATHING THE PURE
SERENE
OH A FLOWERY TALE
OF SWEET AND SAVERY
SOFT PIPES
ON WILD ECSTASY
BETWEEN
DEITIES AND MORTALS
THE TEN THOUSAND
MILES OF
WANDERING AS A
LONELY CLOUD
TO DESIRE
OH THE TASTE
TO BE DRUNK
ON HONEY DEW MILK
OF MIMIR’S SOUP.
THOSE GOLDEN HEIGHTS
AGE GLIDES AWAY
BREATHING THE PURE
SERENE
OH A FLOWERY TALE
OF SWEET AND SAVERY
SOFT PIPES
ON WILD ECSTASY
BETWEEN
DEITIES AND MORTALS
THE TEN THOUSAND
MILES OF
WANDERING AS A
LONELY CLOUD
TO DESIRE
OH THE TASTE
TO BE DRUNK
ON HONEY DEW MILK
OF MIMIR’S SOUP.
Published 28th Sep 2018
Author's Note
just thinking back to moments that carry me through each day now... though they are long long gone and the metaphors of philosophy and wisdom where that point was made to last in my mind for eternity.
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28th Sep 2018 3:45am
One word that describes this piece is "ethereal." SAVORY SOFT PIPES ON WILD ECSTASY immediately jumped out. Not too dramatic but just enough with a historical summoning that engage the reader's curiosity.
