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Porth I'r byd Arall

A lack of stoney Stories filled those ears with a silence

the grass and mud had surrendered to for years.

Heraldic horns vied for harmonic attention

Beyond clouds a mist veiled river to the moon,

Ships plied their own channels avoiding the cloudy scorn.

that lay gazing just below the surface, darkly immobile.

 

Wringing out the invisible fleece of innocent glory,

you unconsciously gave me gold

It empowered me, giving it away destroys the way,

new roads and sea lanes unfold

speaking of seeking

the skin is stretched across the blazing void

 

Straight Yarrow, curved Ash dries all footprints

Vertical Oak Islands grasp arms weighted unchained

A pulsing damp stirs the waning fire again

Whispering Meteorites, knowing there is no desire

Fall into waiting unlocked doors, already water seeks

Absorbtion breathed into advancing meniscus,

in the Fender bass hut ripples echo through everyone

 

 

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Uploaded on November 30, 2020
Taken on November 29, 2020