Where does it go?
When it grows old
Somewhere over the rainbow it waits
It flies with the sun
Through the burgundy moments
Of a day
And into the night
In the perils of silence
Where does it go?
When your soul changes
Have you forgotten
Can it fly like a flutterfly
With the colors of life
Swimming through its skin
Where does it go?
When its let [...]
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Archipelago IV
These islands are my own;
Still they are uncharted as yet.
The first crude maps gave only
An imperfect representation,
Like an old sheet of Polaroid film
Whose development had stopped
Somewhere in the process
Leaving only a suggestion of
What was there.
The later maps got the distances correct:
4,776 miles to London;
4,508 miles to Glasgow.
But from which island?
The largest [...]
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