MADRIGAL GAIL
Arriving is so easy, it's the
coming down from that
mountain again that hurts.
So much depends on the
moment, each to each and
all the same. High atop the
bluff, the lancet castle will
beckon - sunlight glints
and glistens, but there is
little to be heard or seen.
Past the point of nearness,
only songsters in the forest
are even heard at all.
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