The smoky breath of Poseidon,
Billowing over wintered wings.
Gracefully touched by ice maidens,
Silent thoughts magically sing.
The mother's crystalline wine,
Flows over verdant isles.
Glimmering like an ancient shrine,
A mirror expanding endless miles.
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Bare, denuded but adorned earth
Black veins shoot out; heavenly
'Waiting for Godot', a bulbul
Leafless trunk; resort of the blessed
Nature is a reconciliation; eternally
Bright green ornaments adorn the trunk |
