A distant rustle

Uneasy sounds

carry about lifted​

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rounds of myriads​

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materialized​

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forming a crisp, but​

distant rustle.​

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Achilles' piercing ​

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endowed with gift​

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ridding arrows strangely adrift​

ever so stoutly ranged ​

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never so parched in grace.​

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A myth set in a ginger dust​

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his heels and eyes ​

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a cerulean shade of teal ​

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his locks of hair ​

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were unbound trestles​

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akin to truffles [I]nestled[/I] the way ​

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[FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=3][I]Warmth[/I] flutters[/SIZE][/FONT]​

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[CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=3][I]intricacy[/I] lingers[/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]
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[CENTER][CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=3][I]weaving[/I] limestone to a wall[/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]
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[CENTER][CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=3]poised and perched [/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]
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[CENTER][CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=3]russet to a birch enthralled[/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]
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[CENTER][CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=3][I]amidst metals and[/I][/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]




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[CENTER][CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=3]In [I]open[/I] dark places [/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]
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[CENTER][CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=3]the wall crumbles [/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][FONT=Book Antiqua]
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Dear friend “April Rain”

I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem, full of metaphors and poetic resemblances, with the most selected and precised words, where Achilles stands out, that invulnerable hero in all his body but in one of his heels. Your poem is a masterpiece of our contemporary literature. Please receive my stars. In this poem you play the role of Calliope: the muse who was the first of all in dignity. According to Hesiod, she taught the song to Achilles, who also was the hero of the War of Troy; and you, Calliope, are the protector of the epic hero. No more to add, only that I have to say a tremulous goodbye, in a rustle: the wall is crumbling because of what I wrote and Achilles is about to get reached in his heel with a poisoned arrow.
Your admiring reader
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