avian syllables murmuring
their throats sagely hanging
huddled in this nightmare
lost in the muddy hollows
I run
I sing
I cry
I curse
Symphonies
drip off my lips
slender I float over the gossiping mists
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” lost in hollows ” has a haunting quality about it which conveys the reader to the borderlands of dreams.
Thank you so much, Louis Kasatkin!