Let us
Catch hands
Upon this swing
Take
Dancing steps
Within a whim,
Leaping flowers
And the barb
Where we once
Would play along.
When we fall
From heavens rhyme,
Toes skipping
The sands
Of time,
Somehow,
Between
These dizzy frames,
We find some way
To be the same.
I saw the amber fields this autumn
Where verdant they had blossomed.
They grew until their time was done
And glistened gold into the sun.
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What of your wine have I taken,
If never I your stem have shaken?
I’d wait till you’d for reasons sway,
Be it even … angrily,
And drops traced your petaled lip,
Leaving little to let one sip.
What is the purest scent?
When a warm breeze divorces
Itself from the spring canopy,
Upon it sails the parfum of a flower
That is the shape of my soul.
ahorsealone 
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