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The Dreamer's Curse

For have you not already conquered nations, beaten Hector in his prime? Lived in alabaster robes -a saint- yet committed every crime? No wonder then -your reticence- for how could life be sweet? When your musings match the romance of the best you'll ever meet? Such is the curse when ev'ry scene is quite eclipsed by the wand'ring mind- that can construct such magnificence it means little to be blind. Beware when strength fades from the hand and you hesitate to hold the pen. For on that day you may collapse; implode into your dreams within. Written 4 April 2018

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Date: 4/5/2018 12:35:00 AM
This is a delight in imagery, and old-English type early 19th century words, that truly belonged to the goodliest poets of all. WELL WELL WELL WELL done.
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Date: 4/5/2018 9:55:00 PM
Many thanks!