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[altvogel]

Thou hath
So sharp and crispy edges,
So mild and frolic gleams,
That hidden mirth defies
Compelled hedge;
Denies the sense.
Oh, the dreams!

The heap of fragments
Like raindrops on net,
Just sheen and sparkle,
Losing their bet.
Unbent sunshine
Continue to chuckle.

Hello,
My artificial spring,
Semi-diluted feigned tones.
Your fresh intention
Is not gone.
It's just another larky thing.