In the purview of my thought
Again she occupies the reason
Who has seen a bartender
Serving potion not in tumbler
But uses the lips
Who has seen a warrior
Dashing off people
Not with swords and daggers
But uses words
The choir the birds form
And songs it sings the sweetest
Often on purpose does not herald
The advent of storm
And fire camouflaged in snow flakes
Drill the pores
And smokes blind the eyes
A grating cry heared nearby
Let the darkness prevail.

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