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What if the sun refuses to shine sublime tomorrow?

What if the skies become chained cotton in these

acacia’s dusk bluish, grey and white, what could be done?

Leap up now by the river and await no pool dragon to fire

Or take postscripts by them slanted, dark and white

What if it never drizzle’s will we by these chimneys burn

Or be re-borned? What if?

So sorry the last three chapters of my poetic enclaves will be continued/completed. I’m very much sorry for the delay. Enjoy a hitch free day

Good morning!