Three tremble words white on the page
spread their little wings
and fly in spiral rings
around the tiny mountain of our age
Three knights ignore a weeping page
while waiting in the wings
can't stop, the bell rings
too bad he's small for his age.
Blotches and scratches adorn the page
their vows have lost their wings
though hands retain the rings
Love, like cheese, can smell with age.
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