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Jun 18, 2009
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Celtic Poets
The storm shall never cease.
We speak in tongues
and storm as flocks of birds
shocked from the earth.
We write iridescent signs
the names of all that are loved
and longed-for
and scatter them to the skies.
Steeped in bright desires
our cries, dialect of the dawn
Answer your heart
Our thunder, a dervish of wings
startles the fawn in you
But wait—
The storm shall cease
when the rain doth fall (listen!)
for all and all
Upon a yearning earth
On rivers grass and us
the singing trees.
— Celadon, Jun 18, 2009
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Seren
17 years 1 month ago
Steeped in bright desiresour
Celadon
17 years 1 month ago
Celadon Jayne! 3:11 a.m.?
Ink Dragon
17 years 1 month ago
Hi Celadon,
Celadon
17 years 1 month ago
Celadon Ink Dragon, nice to
themoonman
17 years 1 month ago
Hi Celadon...
Celadon
17 years 1 month ago
Celadon Hi Richard! Yes, we
Ink Dragon
17 years ago
Neat!
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