The renaissance of the seventh circle
With water marked paint swelling and smudged alike
A constant inequity lost yet found
In the future of simple one toned colors
A phoenix feather crowned upon a leaf
Perched high upon the branch on looking lakeside
Reflection of the most perfect rainbow
The aqueous mold could submit to none yet
The crystalline banks and green grass marched on
Spotted tones to the central union and trees
With spurting and liquid growing inside
The uncut lines never none so clear observed
The only semi circular craft earth
Laid bare and naked for the taking of eyes
Finely orchestrated like a candle
Lifted for the sons and daughters of Moscow.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
With water marked paint swelling and smudged alike
A constant inequity lost yet found
In the future of simple one toned colors
A phoenix feather crowned upon a leaf
Perched high upon the branch on looking lakeside
Reflection of the most perfect rainbow
The aqueous mold could submit to none yet
The crystalline banks and green grass marched on
Spotted tones to the central union and trees
With spurting and liquid growing inside
The uncut lines never none so clear observed
The only semi circular craft earth
Laid bare and naked for the taking of eyes
Finely orchestrated like a candle
Lifted for the sons and daughters of Moscow.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
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