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I flew wild and lost,
heart dreaming of melody.
The moon was silver, graven
amidst cosmic dust.
Over Grecian shores,
trilling echoes to the sea,
I flew, and knew myself no more.
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September 2013
bottom of page
I flew wild and lost,
heart dreaming of melody.
The moon was silver, graven
amidst cosmic dust.
Over Grecian shores,
trilling echoes to the sea,
I flew, and knew myself no more.
​
September 2013