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dissembling
that wind
would make
a full-length
night play,
the moon
dressed
the terrain
with foolishness,
swallowed
like a
delicate feast,
the early
fool's heart
was devoured,
night dissembling
itself,
morning words
charmed
the trembling
souls.
would make
a full-length
night play,
the moon
dressed
the terrain
with foolishness,
swallowed
like a
delicate feast,
the early
fool's heart
was devoured,
night dissembling
itself,
morning words
charmed
the trembling
souls.
Published 19th Feb 2024
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Well then. I really felt that first stanza. Great start to the piece. I understood more of the veiled loveliness of the rest with a second read. This is a beautiful, truly poetic read.
One small thing: did you mean disassembling?
One small thing: did you mean disassembling?
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"The early fool's heart was devoured..." what a great line! The whole poem was lovely. That line caught attention & held it
20th Feb 2024 9:01pm
