Curried by gentle
Dragon-breathed winds,
High clouds, gold-fringed
Tailings of the mined-out
Dreams and wishes of
Gone-world gods and ghosts
Roll across the blue geometry:
The materials of which
Rainbows are forged.
The paradise we slept so well in
Was desolate once, mayhap
Will be again and
I will be left behind.
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This is so beautiful, Paul 😉
Wow. So good. Made me sad….
What a line: dragon-breathed winds….simply sublime!