Isle of Odes

The gaiety of cobbled roads

and gardened stoops

and rabble goads

of all the things I loved the most

the colored doors

the dolor crows

the murder cries speckled the sky

in noir-ish swoops

o’er misty moors

swooning mine, the emerald eye

this isle of odes

earth’s lullaby

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