Best Poem of Daegal

Carnival Time
The carrousel seahorses' picturesque circus dress
Flows behind in a wave.
The pantomime symphony echoes a mocking song,
Which winds all the hours away.
The ghost of the man who stands by his stripy stall
Has called himself no-one today.
The porcelain masquerade and joker of all the cards
Laughs at the . . .
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The Fevered Moon
Hung in the air by phantom hands,
Pulling tides up higher sands,
The sun turned inside-out it seems,
To guard and defend our magic dreams.
Heard many confessions of misplaced fear,
And listens still with dutiful ear,
Abundant troubles will weigh it bare,
But who will listen to Artemis’ cares?
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