riddle:
assortments a given rainbow of clues
descending notes of ivory curves to riddles
armchair coasts where habours hide chains of rain
fall so slowly even in the light descending motes
of pale lavender blues have you a wonder
over and yonder the night awaits her gown is grown
again above the world's lost train of thought runs on
what is and is not known:
depends upon one's pain
harbours hide, chains of rain,
fall so slowly into
assortments given a
rainbow of clues:
riddle.
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 04:09
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