Name

[Lykren]

I'm just sort of wavering nowhere,
a spoken flame that burns into
the dew, the damp, the hope.
In any name there's foliage
extracting from the sunlight
promises for the sun to keep.
The knell of mine's a cry
that reaches unintended hearts.
Then mad as a river at its dam,
it taps the wall, and bursts.

[tailor STATELY]

Wonderful poem.

Especially

The knell of mine's a cry
that reaches unintended hearts.
Then mad as a river at its dam,
it taps the wall, and bursts.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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