Free verse, my sage,
My rebel child.
So far wandered,
My sweet Captive of a cloud.
No rhyme, no reason,
So they say,
Forever, at meters so forth
You distant sway.
Yet, beauty of you,
Dear unknown,
Sheds time and wings
That ask for themselves.
Perhaps, then,
I don't know all.
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