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May 2019
Look not to the west-winds in tornado swirls
see not the fierce gales tormenting the sandy coves
in passive leisurely breeze a shimmering gossamer leaf unfurls
scripted in its veins the truth of lies to the lies of truth about loves

Show me borders and boundaries to realness
when the highway flows for two and a leap year unneeded
for maidens to follow heart melodies destined to find in calmness
a reach to out pure and true intentions would not adverse unheeded

Why doth sit among-st duplicitous haze and fancies
while errant messengers pull curtains and play conjurers
trampling silk letters in matters unconcerned like agile fencers
when able light are held in lips and given in person not by non-jurors

So search no more neither look further for the truth
the song is known to all who have strolled down cupids clouds
for the real heart knows its way home and needs not wait to go forth
lover real gives no signs to air clowns dancing the Maypole in crowds
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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