ó shin

if you could travel here

would wind taste the same

would you see my sapphire night

would you stay inside the flame

no snarling tempest

no medusa glance for knaves

would we remember islands

or lives of galley slaves

light dripped and dappled

wings fanning in the shade

a memory like a diamond

she flew into the glade





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