Pipers pipe, I dream a dream,
In wakeful sleep of pleasantry.
Forth the wit to not avail,
Chains upon the rabbits tail.
For if to dance in deeepness lean,
Within the fabric of reality,
Then off your note, sung to sting,
The helpless hope of bells to ring.
The eve has washed with withered spoon,
Long into the afternoon.
Keep my heart of close betray,
Enjoy the day.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I love the meter of this poem it is so well set and speaks of another time. The wording is most original and clever and takes one to a fantasy land. Make the most of the moment. Lovely and a fave
Ty for your kind opinion
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