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inside the tiny world so blue

I thought, thought I, saw eyes

so clear, as though to write a word

to hear,

entwined in lines of shakes the pines

on hillsides vines were wreathing signs

in cryptographic dells appear

so near were you, yore tides shell clear

confide the ides which march into

to utter skies, horizon eyes to know

yore shadow upOn the snow

painted trees in shades of dark charcoal

chimneys clung to rooftops as the evening swell

fell but soft to tell so deep the wintry spell

a bell to toll the tell was ringing in the singing air

felt I, I thought I fell to feel you well as fair

was tried the word was wide inside my hue

outside a tiny world so blue...



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-07-01 at 19:05

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