Broken wedlock of dreams
Refutes the shallom of golden hills
Those who struggle struggle
With the dew of heavenly moisture
where every struggle like a dewdrop in a meaningless world.
When the golden skaters were gone
The midnight ice flashes like lightning
Across the wide lake and the grand canyon.
Wrinkled palms wrinkled feet,
Mortified homes in sprinkling derision
The home of opaque silence.
Saliferous brackish purge
Brinks emotes for sedate plow
And the saline oversalted elf.
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