The surface of my homestead roads elaborate and split,
what was to claim upon the edges of the distant moons,
my thought; redemptive soul emerging from the depth of wit,
designs the winter's form with interlaced on walls, festoons.
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Wonderful poetry. Every stanza is special. 'She drifts in Mists! A cotton fog and mystery's versed text, beside a sculptured bark, her promised vision I inhale, Was I so handsome in her eyes, dimension tho' convex, a splashing wave upon the wharf and she, the night's dark veil? ' is very beautiful Thanks for sharing.10+++