In that cold and frigid air Laid waiting with steel eyed stare A thing of beauty fair Yet also of nightmare’s lair
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Epilogue
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Eclectic
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Quoetic
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.-Edgar Allan Poe
In that cold and frigid air Laid waiting with steel eyed stare A thing of beauty fair Yet also of nightmare’s lair
Rice tea fragrance Nutty and rich Delightful steam An autumn dream
Autumn rises Bursting from green Into yellow Ochre and brown