Mine is not a wisdom that would suit others,

Konstantin Balmont

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Mine is not a wisdom that would suit others,
I only put the fleeting into verse.
In every fleeting thing I see worlds
Full of fickle, colorful play.

Sages, curse me not. Why bother?
I am a mere cloud, full of fire.
I am a mere cloud. See me float.
I call to dreamers...Not to you!

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