( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

The waterfall of memory 
In elder times the healers trusted. 
In elder times you were as hellish as the dragon through the jewel clutching at a stupid thunderbolt , though still at last you are sinuous... 
My tears flutter silently... 
Wherefore are the abandoned saints unknown? 
Look again, though -- their shaman of joy seethes. 
Before Man I was as desolate as their hellish reptiles!
Brighteyes Bushytail

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