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Cathedral of Spirits
(jann castor 25th of september, 2000) There was no sand, no ice, no time. Yet she built a castle
At least it seemed like it when it caught my eye! She broke down after she brought it into being. She said: " I dance to good times
She put a new dress on
Her Citadel lit up with dancers and singers
Paper and glue turned into granite and marble
I stood in awe spilling wine from my glass,
I said: "The smallest of dreams could turn into Coliseum.
The Kings and the Queens remained silent
We create and discover.
copyright Jann C. Castor ©
2002
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