I danced upon the sword
as the spring.
You brought Nile up in
the sky.
I wrote on the clouds- - - -
ICE OF KILIMANJARO!
The clouds turned snow-white,
and their downy flakes soaked
me with the thunderbolt.
You, the pilot of the
raft sailed me away
away from the murky mobs.
We are alone now in a
castle in the air!
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Sailing away from the murky mobs to the castle in the air! ELEGANT IMAGINATION! Chandra Thiagarajan