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Mar 2017
Minds of every shape and size, unknowing
Had played an impossible game—vanquished
                                                                in the end,
And burned like that playful moth, flying,
Round and round the flame. And there was of course
Winged Icarus, falling from his sun—just the same.

Because there it is whence Love’s magic arises:
In the ashes of the most insane, not the wisest.
This poem is an acrostic. Take the first letter of the first line, the second letter of the second line, and so on.
Vhey Casison
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Vhey Casison  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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