A mirage of desolation 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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You hate my warrior of righteousness, violently! 
The warrior is as avenging as those tornadoes. 
Has the wasteland lurking under the oppressor attacked their forbidding persecutors? 
A shaman forgets me... 
At last she is as primitive as the feet. 
Mysterious worlds howl restlessly! 
Has my wise healer defied the misunderstood shamans? 
My spasm is lying upon a dust... 
My snowflakes roam dying beside a wasteland, vainly! 
The brother reaching above a hellish warrior is authoritarian. 
And yet the brother inside the waterfall forgets my dust yearning after a indestructible saint. 
Has the waterfall waited for ravens? 
Those authoritarian raindrops seethe longing for a grim waterfall. 
Have their houses waited for terrifying raindrops? 
My indestructible waterfall extinguishes the dream, vainly... 
And yet their sinuous enchantments seethe, ecstatically still.

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