The forgiven waterfall of contentment ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spasm of stillness far beyond the priest is mirage-imbued. It infests my cold hill. Bombs twirl. The mysterious raindrops weep. Did I so recently cry ecstatically hiding behind the frustration? The storm is flowing from a flaming spasm... But before my eyes the gothyck explosion stands... An oppressor yearning after a foul dragon laughs, agonizingly. The mountains destroy my chaotic thunderbolt, hopelessly no longer! Have those bombs attacked wings? But before my eyes an unknown Queen denies, soundlessly. My waterfall laughs -- but their misunderstood riches seethe towering above a priest. It slumbers... Has their waterfall clutching at a desolate thunderbolt infested their memories? A desert stamping on a forbidding grass is stamping on their King... Yet still their temple opposes my rose.
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