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Untitled Poetry I ran away into the sky
And found a lake on the moon
And sat beside the silver shine
And the sun was there, and you, too
The reeds were silver and grey like dust
And ashen willows swayed in cosmic winds
I ran away into the sky
And I never came back home again
a scene created faster
a scene created faster than any oil painting artist
On the one hand, freedom
On the other, the place seems somewhat sad
Wow! The imagery of this
Wow! The imagery of this poem conveys an emotional profundity far greater than the small space occupied by these few lines---always a sign of classic talent.
Starward