The airs are
Rising up
And there are waters
Hanging in the heavens
Scents just below
A throne for Beauty
Nearby
Waters
Thoughts
Nights
Sleepless
Rants
Rants
Rants
The waters of the brain
Blessed Earth
More than morning dew
This cold night.
Emotions one by one
Lackluster nerves
Freeze
Sub-conscious thoughts
Move slow
Yet
Growling
The waters of the Nile
Spoke to the snows
High peaks rattled
Avalanches
So much snow fell
Tinkling of bells
Of cuddled sheep
Below a Scottish alp
By Aegean waters
A Poet Seer thinks on his harp
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