what time an ice pick
merlins in a chill thicket
hunters the low fog
an authorized zone
apposed a rediscover’d
horizon below
witless the other
broad awkward forward the blue
clearly the hart’s red
what time they hover
silhouett’d greeneries
moss on a cold cairn
part from the old lime
the leaf the stone a dim light
an aul-kin not far
and the hours dun
to a ruin tumbled to
star bent seclusion
when a wheel well rose
‘thru the rush of gold motes
knot so fore the logs
ayaladn 
I like your work though sometimes I do’t know some words it rings lovely.
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Dear Elliebloo…I love your name, and other than hardbound dictionaries,
online I’m happiest with Google Dictionary…it’s surprisingly vast;
as are the endless aspects of blue: ice-blue legends, starlight on
landing strip runways, the wick in the flame…
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beautiful… thank you 🙂
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