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Poetry News Post #3176

Atavian Sun

Written by: Musicante Lanalii R. Escath
Date: Sunday, March 25th, 2007
Addressed to: Symphonic Aka Escath, Periwinkle Bard


Atavian Sun

Cyrene is hidden under whites again.
Outside the blizzard's howling up a storm.
The fire burns but I can not stay warm.
I vaguely can remember moments when
the snow would bring me joy, but it's not then.
The Siren's tea cools quickly in the storm,
and kawhe that she sells is -cold-, not warm.
Cyrene is hidden under whites again.

But your arrival fills me with delight.
Your smile, it melts away the ice inside.
Your golden wings glow like the missing sun,
and thus your presence makes the day seem bright.
With my Atavian sun here by my side,
within my heart the summer has begun.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Phaestian, in the year 446 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3176

Atavian Sun

Written by: Musicante Lanalii R. Escath
Date: Sunday, March 25th, 2007
Addressed to: Symphonic Aka Escath, Periwinkle Bard


Atavian Sun

Cyrene is hidden under whites again.
Outside the blizzard's howling up a storm.
The fire burns but I can not stay warm.
I vaguely can remember moments when
the snow would bring me joy, but it's not then.
The Siren's tea cools quickly in the storm,
and kawhe that she sells is -cold-, not warm.
Cyrene is hidden under whites again.

But your arrival fills me with delight.
Your smile, it melts away the ice inside.
Your golden wings glow like the missing sun,
and thus your presence makes the day seem bright.
With my Atavian sun here by my side,
within my heart the summer has begun.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Phaestian, in the year 446 AF.


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