Saturday, February 03, 2007

Imagination

In a land of green sky and blue earth
Lay a ring of metal pure and nameless
Owned by one but claimed by none
Valantly defended by one with shields
Enclosed in safety upon a berth
Yearning for blessings from the blameless
Offering itself to that which begun
Under green sky within white fields

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