the river flummoxes
the moon tears out its heart
bleeds reflected light
the dangles of dreams sparkle
in Guinevere's hair
so red that blood must hide blue
oh how it is the sweet clanging
of shadow
and the river seeping fingers
into the land of winds
Evening
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theirishsea
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Evening
The Irish Sea Is Always In Turmoil, Even When Calm.
Re: Evening
an interestingly mystical ending to a worthy piece...theirishsea wrote: ... the sweet clanging of shadow
and the river seeping fingers
into the land of winds
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Re: Evening
Ah, bet Tennyson never quite saw it this way. Fine work. 
Re: Evening
economy and beauty....especially fond of
"so red that blood must hide blue"
"so red that blood must hide blue"
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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