Jeshhkar
the widow weeps in the night
the emperor starves himself in a cave
i don't see from the rigged stone
what it is outside? in the frosting light?
whence we all crawl
shall we bath in sea of wine
the paved walk of bugs
wimple
scarf
turban
spreads the omnipresence of silk
violet shall it be
summon the snails
TheDisorientedOwl
@Jeshhkar That's genuinely good poetry, you pretentious abuser of thesauruses.
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