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Lady Day

I touched upon the strangest day
And felt myself to be alone.
No matter what I craved to say,
My heart lay heavy like a stone.

I wandered through the fields of May,
Made merry thoughts my soul’s endeavour.
‘Though fashioned from some blood-stained clay
From mere base earth my mind did sever.

I breathed the air of aeons new;
The wildest, freshest breeze.
I licked the pearls of morning’s dew,
Stepped on with new-found ease.

Some linger within their own cell
And make their spheres a self-made hell.