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“How frail the human heart must be-a mirrored pool of thought”

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DSC00196awm” It is no night to drown in:  A full moon, river lapsing

Black beneath bland mirror sheen,

The blue water-mists dropping  Scrim after scrim like fishnets

Though fishermen are sleeping

The massive castle turrets  Doubling themselves in a glass

All stillness. Yet these shapes float…  Read the rest of this entry