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Restless Serendipity
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Plato's Optic Runaway PM
Leave me alone; I feel like I'm drunk; my poetry is going off whatever end it had; & I'm completely losing what little mind I once retained. And the title could use work, but I do not care anymore.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Romance - Words: 71 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 2 - Published: 08-12-03 - id: 1378665
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Footprints of the amber leaves
Whispers of a buried no one
Upon the storm cloud frosted path
Plated with the stolen splinters
Of their unbelievable sky

Singing to His chariot's fleeting cape
A shroud of scalded pearls
In restless serendipity

Through the willow's vow of silence
And metal-coated branches
Boughs of crumpled sunshine
Torches of the final breath
On the horizon's falling wings
Never to be lit...

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