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The Dry Wash (Free verse) by Kitch
Clouds absorbed the Aryan sun,
That lit a path on to the oceans panorama,
Alone with the conflict of nature,
Everything came together,
Sewn in sound, and vision.
A Star Clipper sailed on gold velvet,
Controlled by the breaths of Poseidon,
Watched by dreamers like me,
Whose thoughts drift away,
Like the constant sea.
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Weighted score: 4.9523187
Overall Rank: 8941
Posted: June 23, 2003 6:12 AM PDT; Last modified: June 23, 2003 7:58 AM PDT
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