Fantasy Starts Running Out of Room
Fantasy starts running out of room - Intense as ever, but with a tighter view. For though there still remains much joy for you, The vistas that stretched on and on at noon Yield to more precision after two. Even so, the fantasies still bloom In every season, soil, fragrance, hue, Grand bouquets as ever, although few Have wildflowers clinging to the dunes The sea wind shaped like waves a child once drew. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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