We were young
like a gleam of rising sun
reflected in sky-scraper's glassy eye
Our youngness stoops and dusks
like blades of saphire grass
bending under rays of sun
And the giants iron clad
weaved with skin of glass
laved with dew
from the cloud
which alighted
over ocean
of thine eye
like a gleam of rising sun
reflected in sky-scraper's glassy eye
Our youngness stoops and dusks
like blades of saphire grass
bending under rays of sun
And the giants iron clad
weaved with skin of glass
laved with dew
from the cloud
which alighted
over ocean
of thine eye
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