If seasons were changing Inside the season of my heart I would notice only the coming of the Fall The red and citron leaves Ruby wine of life dried on their lips Food for sustenance In ochre crystals fading and splintering Just like the brittle ironies Floating in my head Tossed and buffeted by the winds inclement Yearning for the sweet sounds of contemplation Where now dwells chaos alone Unheeding Muse-songs Splitting the oceans of sufferings Into torments most abysmal The hopeless wretch Still thirsting for Light and Purity From the amber cups of holiness Such pain divine has banished me From the holy altars Forbidding me to approach closer Pain, misery, isolation The legacy of my madness Web http://www.cfanet.com/sfdatta
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