Smoke, On the Water
His child, living long enough to have learned this truth....
Its been no pleasure cruise nor was such her world, meant
To be their traveler time's pilgrims; transfiguration's stretched tightly
Elijah, these frames the sojourner's acrobatic feats as another's, stratum ?
Critical acclaim crossing love's Niagara Falls; electrotherapy armada's high tides.
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