As men spend their fleeting minutes
My wandering mind read the stories wrinkles wrote
In bold fonts on the faces of old warlords
Of life untapped treasures ...
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
And, like a madman's wrath or love,
From nothing rose a sudden storm.
The blossom'd limes, which seem'd to exhale
Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep,
And up the dusty road the hail
Came like a flock of hasty sheep,
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