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Slipping through winter-grass you falter, pausing fall softly back against summer's wall Here in the haze of dust and trees are shadows playing of antlered men and women with eagle-heads saying "Come by the paths winding through bedroom walls standing tall, overlook the gardens that stretch through books they smell of lemons. Come, here you may follow trams winding through sun-slumped cities follow the paintings of emerald fish swimming across marble floors and you can tour the first world countries and you can stare into the eyes of passers-by on trains watch lights like necklaces plastered against rivers cities forsaken by gods and rains Here dogs will sing of your virtues And chariots their tyres will spring here markets will sell you filigreed silver and *********** fit for kings (complete with crowns and things) You may stand aloft on slender buildings watch traffic swirl by your feet dip your fingers in amethyst rings dye your hair in deepest indigo feast on  rose-coloured sweets While stepping through rain-damped streets dazed by sulky pressing aquarium heat (aided to press on only by clay cups of spiced tea) become transparent dew-lapped milk soft mushroom with lacy edges variations of delicacy Exeunt And Journeying be mulberry blooded carnival skinned roam through our words heeding nothing but dreams and the dreams of dreams." So saying these shadows flick along yellow grass. But remember kind reader, they never sought these ways alone They have never been to mourn at funerals of lovers or friends they have not heard the sound of death knells. So listen, maybe you stay for a bit Then leave their songs for someone else. --- --- ---
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
Crystal Myth
Slipping through winter-grass you falter, pausing fall softly back against summer's wall Here in the haze of dust and trees are shadows playing of antlered men and women with eagle-heads saying "Come by the paths winding through bedroom walls standing tall, overlook the gardens that stretch through books they smell of lemons. Come, here you may follow trams winding through sun-slumped cities follow the paintings of emerald fish swimming across marble floors and you can tour the first world countries and you can stare into the eyes of passers-by on trains watch lights like necklaces plastered against rivers cities forsaken by gods and rains Here dogs will sing of your virtues And chariots their tyres will spring here markets will sell you filigreed silver and *********** fit for kings (complete with crowns and things) You may stand aloft on slender buildings watch traffic swirl by your feet dip your fingers in amethyst rings dye your hair in deepest indigo feast on  rose-coloured sweets While stepping through rain-damped streets dazed by sulky pressing aquarium heat (aided to press on only by clay cups of spiced tea) become transparent dew-lapped milk soft mushroom with lacy edges variations of delicacy Exeunt And Journeying be mulberry blooded carnival skinned roam through our words heeding nothing but dreams and the dreams of dreams." So saying these shadows flick along yellow grass. But remember kind reader, they never sought these ways alone They have never been to mourn at funerals of lovers or friends they have not heard the sound of death knells. So listen, maybe you stay for a bit Then leave their songs for someone else. --- --- ---
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alia-sinha
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alia-sinha
Indian
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
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