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Date Posted:23:02:28 01/10/03 Fri Author Host/IP: sdn-ap-010caburbP0122.dialsprint.net/63.184.96.122
Whispery white whorls of ivory nimbus
waltz across the morning sky.
Wishing all a wonderful life,
whilst we while away the time.
Perhaps, turning to fine mist
a permeable barrier
betwixt the solar rays
and the olive buttes.
Rising steeply from this rural dale,
jagged peaks like knives
softened by the mist.
Harshness, changed to smoothness.
Olive to emerald
a camouflage
masking the cultural decay
beyond these peaks.
Peaks like the achievements
of the ancestors.
Valleys like the
shallow values of now.
Whilst we while away the time
morality merges with myth
fiction to fact
truth to terror;
