A shadow of light transported
Into three eyes in a flood of triangle,
Tempered omelette of whirling cyclone
Beating pawn to forlorn stones
As chewed nuts metamorphosed
Into seedlings in the windsome clime
And devolved into sheaves blustered,
Espoused by lapping crops.
Was it duty or love that brought
This great cry to this unwilling recluse!
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