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by Ziad Dib Jreige Feb 13, 2020
Dark, fantasy /
As wine, some words are so old
And their seekers are few,
When abundant, is the fake gold
As wine troubled and new.
But beware, the waves are rough
And your ships built of pines,
Will suffer when cedar wood tough
Is piled on shore in lines.
© Ziad Dib Jreige