The jaws of coffee, the teeth of will
Are trying to kill me before the spring
Errant trough blue mountains my spirit splits
Running with no foes nor debts no fears
From the night under the skylight
Straight until the new star would appear
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I t is a beautiful poem with nice imagery. Thanks for sharing...10
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