Ottava rima #2

Before the flood that made the earth
When fire and ice contended ground
One egg was all that vied for birth
A single soul with heart unbound
Who then can say what is the worth
Of dreams that do each mind confound?
A rowan tree with leaves unfurled
This endless river, the floating world.

Okay, now back to your scheduled programme of 5-7-5…

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