Poems

The isle of hindsight

This here isle called Hindsight dazzles — it gleams when it catches the light — it is especially splendid at morning and it is especially majestic at night. Pillared by a mountain impressive — so high clouds conceal its peak — Hindsight is snowcapped and heavenly, with thick trees and soft sands of silk. Surrounded by crystal-blue water, caressed by its […]

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