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journal to the winds
and now only the breeze
will ever know her secret;
but the breeze, allured
by melting snowflakes
has fled for shelter
into the silence of the caves.
Her porcelain beautyand now only the breeze
will ever know her secret;
but the breeze, allured
by melting snowflakes
has fled for shelter
into the silence of the caves.
sparkles in the tunnels
and a gloam lilac light
embroiders thirteen silk verses
on the lace of her raised gown.
Soon, the deranged guard
will come on his silver bike
craving the stern sobriety
of the winter blizzard.
Violet whispers and the drunken
poetry of fifteen dancing cicadas
drown the furious orders of the priest.
“They will die by the morning”
he howls in distress to the north wind
but no one will listen to his sermon.
The preacher chants a canticle
from his god-fearing parchments
but he is too late to scold us
and all the poppies burst open
on the rocks with ungodly relish.
The poet allured by the beauty of a young girl casts his journal to the winds and finds shelter in a cave with her, where he is ecstatic with her porcelain beauty and does not care about the scolding priest and his preachings! The poem has a very vivid imagery of snowflakes and winter blizzard and metaphors like "the breeze, allured by the melting snowflakes has fled for shelter", alliteration of "l" "a gloam of lilac light", symbols of poppies, all of which compose a fascinating poem!
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