Fifty four poems left for me like seeds, while I lay sleeping in the orchard. Each one resting on a cloud of pain and glory. Each one a verse for the fallen, the lost and the forgotten, pulled down from somewhere in the ether. All true poems are ghosts in the night, shadows stuck in the twilight glow, neither created, nor written. They just are.
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