Crossing The Rubicon

There lay an algae virgin green
As a blanket encaved the waters
Tall palms stood affixed by the banks
Ridding its weeping old barks
It was an age in summer rains and high tide
I crossed the Rubicon a river that lied
With hush enallage towards my soul
Weary, weary across i took a rest on a dead fid wood
A scrawny Swift slinked aside with haste
I flung the grief on my fingertips and rose away

by Melikhaya Zagagana

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