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</div> </div> </a> </div><div id="a85e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-mountain-lake-26acc457a284"> <div> <div> <h2>The Mountain Lake</h2> <div><h3>A poem about just being water</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*mgZ3WgBtFQ-babI03sv90Q.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="0a8b">Visit my <a href="https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/entity/author/B00FVFFINI?_encoding=UTF8&amp;node=2656022011&amp;offset=0&amp;pageSize=12&amp;searchAlias=stripbooks&amp;sort=author-sidecar-rank&amp;page=1&amp;langFilter=default#formatSelectorHeader">Author Page</a>. You can view my artwork on <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/janaka_om/boards/">Pinterest</a>. You can follow me on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/janaka.stagnaro">Facebook</a>. Cheers.</p></article></body>

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Poetry

A poem about the mysterious language of poets

Artwork by Janaka Stagnaro

The words come Fluttering, thundering Returning from a journey They only give hints at, Ticking the imagination And caressing the heart; They arrive with no rules to hold them, And drift into place– Read aloud, perhaps senseless, But held, and they grow– Into feelings envisioned, Into truths admitted, Into landscapes of us.

Thank you for reading this excerpt from my book, At the Throne of the Mountain Kings: Poems Strewn from Africa to the Himalayas. Follow this link to purchase my book from Amazon.

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