Utopia


On a plain of undulating long grass
I hear phoenixes wail
A vulnerable utopia
Left to be savored by vultures


Now the rainbow has come
I exhale
Inhale
Finally unwary of a vapid life


Let me follow the motley stream
Up to the sky
The balm of vernal breezes
Nipping away at winter's end

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