Brown was this pen to be found
Blue was this page to be Crowned
Blue was this page to be Crowned
Swift sways the final print so sound
Adrift swings the breeze unbound
Brisk was the pace of humans
Crisp was the synth of demons
Far & Beyond cries the sailor
Near & Surround croons the singer
Music flow so smooth inline
Beats strung up in this stand of time
Distant seems the lands so close
Here I am singing an ode of the gallows.
Ajay Padattil
02/06/08
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