A constant, distant cymbal.
A second, after the next each nimble
strand of wind catches amongst the chimes.
The women here sway at their troubles.
Needless to say, their pleasure doubles
with a glimpse of their dewed canvas.
Never vulnerable and never anxious.
The melanin glows from miles away:
Even seen now and again from the Wasteland.
A Valinor for deities and Gods;
To sip on the finest grapes, feast on the manna of the apotheosis.
A thousand glimmering rays, kissing the ringlets of green, meandering slowly around the Sun.
In these oriental Lands
I fall in love again after the many cold winters I have spent alone-
Crashing with the icy waves and glacial monsoons.
The maple and fragrant cedar
Fills my visions with a perdurable perfume.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
A constant, distant cymbal.
A second, after the next each nimble
strand of wind catches amongst the chimes.
The women here sway at their troubles.
Needless to say, their pleasure doubles
with a glimpse of their dewed canvas.
Never vulnerable and never anxious.
The melanin glows from miles away:
Even seen now and again from the Wasteland.
A Valinor for deities and Gods;
To sip on the finest grapes, feast on the manna of the apotheosis.
A thousand glimmering rays, kissing the ringlets of green, meandering slowly around the Sun.
In these oriental Lands
I fall in love again after the many cold winters I have spent alone-
Crashing with the icy waves and glacial monsoons.
The maple and fragrant cedar
Fills my visions with a perdurable perfume.
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