`
Who can tell the difference
between gallantry and deceit;
that is clear only to
the querying breeze?
Who could not smell
the pungent heavy cloud
before the pulling of
the petulant wind?
Further, afar off, no one inquires
about foreseen mornings unseen
dreams once winged zephyrs
echo in forgotten hallways.
Perched high on rock faces grim
beneath the humming of the bird,
awash on porous promontories -
failure now permeates the abject soul.
`
Frederick Kesner
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