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listen to a voice

or a song bird

as if a sound,

can replicate in rhyme

they were my wandering open years

I was different then

now in somber mood

misspent on some past lament,

memories that dampen my eyes

while anxious winds are passing time

causing me, like withering leaves

to cling to the branch

until the bond is broke

having no more strength to grip

and I fly to my sorrow

and I roam in temptation

below, in the cold

the winter of life without redemption

hardship seems severe

so, laugh at me you clown’s

and sneer at me, King's with crowns

all forms of literary madness are ripe fruit for my dignity

a gathering of unveiled illusion

gratifying to a world without ivory gates

can the world's amusement be its own fleeting faith