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Ghazal
Who rests from their labours only to sleep,
thankful the day has been forgettable?
Enslaved, who dreams to reach the heights-
his pillow, this song, remains pitiful.
The song of any man, old Adam's
song: a tired tale quite unaccountable.
Let the penniless artist pluck the tune:
scraps of beauty so invaluable.
As men dream to play at octaves higher
all...
Monday 31st October 2016 12:00 am
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