Past summer sunrise sits the East,
It's never known its manners;
Nor ever bothered, in the least,
With sycophants or planners
I heard it say, the other day,
It often sits and wonders
Just why the sun leaves east for west
(The simplest of blunders)
The night comes and the East sits back -
Orion climbs above -
I want to go live in the East
In Palaces of Love
Past summer sunrise sits the East,
In wondrous estate;
I need to get there pretty soon
Before it's way
Too late
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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