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Wind-Horse
The Heart forever voyages, longing its compass, always going hOMe!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Mystic hunting eyes
Sin; missing the mark,
like an arrow gone askew.
No bullseye!
Mystics must have hunters eyes,
for bagging their Snark.
They must wrap them
in many Mansions,
for Lotus Blossom slaughter.
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