Poems from Ylzm

The rains fell, briefly, On the mercilessly scorched earth, but vanished, just as briefly; Hot steam now blanket the earth, The heat seeped...
The Eagles, Hang Still, In the Wind, On their Wings.
The soul: ages not, neither decays, dies daily when we sleep, ressurects the next day, renewed and refreshed.    
Unmoved by tears Untouched by reason Without heart nor mind But welcoming of the vilest For they bring gifts of gold Triumphant is Trump.
Astirred within Affirmed without I spoke And heavens moved.

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