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NO DAYS OF GOLDEN HOURS SPENT
WE GIANTS, QUEENS AND KINGS.
WE SENTINELS WHO RULED THE WORLD
CARESSING DAISY RINGS.
I LOOKED FOR SKIES OF FIFTY FOUR
AND SMILES OF BRIGHTEST SUN,
FOR MAGIC SPELLS WHICH KEPT ME THERE,
BUT NOW NO RIVERS RUN.
THEY RUN NO COURSES THEY ONCE RAN
INTO THE SNOW WHICH FELL
ON DUSTY HILLS OUR MOUNTAIN HOMES
ON WHICH MY TEARS ONCE FELL.
MY TONGUE NOW PARCHED, MY EYES NOW BLIND
I TASTE NOR SEE NO TRUTH,,
SO I JUST TURN AND WALK AWAY
SEARCHING FOR LOVE.
