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Wolf's Bane
On the shoulders of avid days I stride on its lips with a pot made of clays Inquest of fecund fields to preen what pays Both the days we suture its coral rays And days its name wears mystery I schooled forth lapping the mile’s misery: Worries a spoon, jester a stew, despair a rice dished miserly Murdered hopes, spices; yet I slide, no furry. At time when exiled felicity Staked in self stalk new sari Leaning against the old plea. And lethal tears oozing breathlessly frosting his solitary balcony. A wolf bane singing the songs of angel Orchestrated alchemical lyrics, in it fell O! Withers of pain, lend me your domain, let me dwell O! I said, are you not wolf bane, won’t there be tale O! I’m, recharge your crockeries of trust in my smell A wolf’s bane she was indeed Listening to her lusty lyrics in refined Harem’s tone, then I pigeonholed. As the suns fell on the shrubs, as dews condescended As the soil becomes wealthily fending A moon in me suffers seizure and my dog died frothing Then I was awakened to knowing anon That there are good flowers and there are poisonous one
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