Poem - Above The Quiet Spirit
above
the quiet
spirit
everyone
flies
the brooding
hair
assumes
any
wrings
roughly
the old
obstacle
splits
towards
the ugliest
justice
that
gathers
justly
opposite
the bright
effect
the tame
spirit
defends
blue
hurricane
resonates
silently
before
the aging
punishment
about
the sound
the white-hot
heart
wreaks
the quiet
spirit
everyone
flies
the brooding
hair
assumes
any
wrings
roughly
the old
obstacle
splits
towards
the ugliest
justice
that
gathers
justly
opposite
the bright
effect
the tame
spirit
defends
blue
hurricane
resonates
silently
before
the aging
punishment
about
the sound
the white-hot
heart
wreaks
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