Sunday, January 12, 2014

Early wintry morn, a drizzle,

By hoofs making marks
On moist a bit benign an earth,
The mythical horse, known as Pegasus,
Caused fountains of poesy to erupt, once,

And fumigation from frankincense,
Much like Orphic hymns ancient
There on pages of heart happened, ageless,

Early wintry morn thus
With a cold mild drizzle made me fall,
And wet streets became a playground
For leaves of mine to run around.

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