Crispen Gold Water – Sailing mallorn leaves

by Jul 1, 2003Poetry

Crispen gold water
how it bubbles the nose
how it lifts the spirit
flowing, dribbling into hobbit gullet
merry is merrier
joy joy joy!
eru is nearer
crispen gold water
sweet as falling sunlit leaves
mallorns weeping of the passing season
the river-daughter waits to turn in for her slumber.

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