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Dec 2018
There in FarBliss,
the land fed by dreams
where nothing spoofs amiss,
there are sauntering ThinkSees,
the children of ValleySeeps
who sip smiles from trickling tears.

In River ByeYou, they snare Rue-in-Hue
and like to bathe in the sea LonelyBlue.
They e’en climb the hazy Mount NothingTrue,
to pray the dour deity NothingButYou.

When they play,
they chase FireFlies
on the wings of ButterRhymes;
they skim the gleaming ImagePools,
under the bright moon LadyMoves,
then plunge into the lost lake LetLoose.

Their day-flight’s a FeatheryFrenzy.
It is on a gull’s SyllableSpree,
to catch the lofty eagle HearMe,
testing its terrible talons TearMe.

They labor behind the FleeceFalls,
crowned under motley MuseBows,
picking FrothyMusic from TumblingBoughs.

They spin HeartStrings for all groans and grins,
dip them deep in dye in dongs and dings,
then pull in charms the chords ‘NothingAmiss’.

When the night comes
and you hear your HeartChimes,
let loose your rhymes
to catch your own fires...

‘cause like Time, Fire Flies.

©️Hirondelle (01/12/2018)
I love my fire, keep it dear and write in rhyme, so it never flies.

I know it doesn’t sound like Hirondelle; he let loose the child inside to write this, and I dread the boy played it rampantly. I hope it’s not a disappointment...
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Hirondelle  49/M/Beautiful Earth
(49/M/Beautiful Earth)   
         ꏳJ LꂦVꏂ, Shane, Jeanette, Eloisa, Sjr1000 and 36 others
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