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another random poem i discovered

Stamped: 3.2.09

I wrote this one in August or so, maybe.


through cloudy eyes
I see through the world's disguise
the sky falls gaily
through the upwards reaching
hungry willow,
angrily, painfully
pelted and assaulted
by these blades
of hail

most men duck and cover.

forecast dangerous,
fatality likely.

but only the poet
seeks out this Rosetta ice,
like a thrilled
stormhunter,
only he throws off his
armour.
only he gets hailed as a
martyr.

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