Rouse me not

in #poetry8 years ago

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From the minds fort
For if this be a dream
In my eyes they shall forever gleam.

From the clutch of the conscious jail
I flew,adrift the windy gale
And away from the phantoms of night
I sailed in kaleidoscopic nature's light.

Aloft my windy equestrian,it was surreal
Livid streams slithering, amongst labyrinthine hills
As if, entranced by the tweet of the tree bird
As dusk herald the returning herd.



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Beautiful lines visual artist

well, thanks