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I.

My lovers tree is all but me;
   my lovers glee is shallow!
   My hunger dreams of morrows sun,
   where I may follow?
      ... yet dandelions feed!

II.

My lovers tree is all but me;
   my lovers words are sorrow!
   My yearning streams of youthful knolls,
   where I could follow?
   ... yet yarrows seed!

III.

My lovers tree is all but me;
   my lovers mind is hollow!
   My aching heart with peaceful souls
   is where I will follow!
   ... my lovers tree? no whisper on me!
Unsung, in love, if loves rerun,
   could love be love and all in its devour.
Failed, in love, if loves regaled,
   could love be love and all in its cower?

   Fairytale wheels, fruits of power;
      knowledge, therein, lies the shoulder
      we learn upon ...

Above, in love, if loves enough,
   let love be love and all in its power
Undone, in love, if loves begone,
   let love be love and all in its flowers.
Defeats, in love, if loves replete,
   let love be love and all in its shower.
Voices, in love, if loves rejoiced,
   let love be love and all in its tower ...
Their words, so old, in fables
   regaled upon a snowy summit.
   Alas, we did submit
   and believe in the rapture;
      a leap of glory!

   Soul to soul, heart to heart;
   apart, we'd been; as one,
      they see ...

Their hearts, so gold, on tables
   prevailed within a devils glee.
   Alas, we did foresee
   and believe in these heroes;
      a leap of faith!
In many a light I thought peace had come;
   what stutter would come undone?
   Far away, yet here today,
   my ocean does sleep in clay.

   Near hopelessly as I, these fears of time,
   still sing in twilight skies.
   And of you and I, what heroes may side
      and swim in this oceans mind?

In many a light I thought peace had come;
   what ocean will await undone?
Nature, let us learn from thee;
   let us feel your wind and grace!
Nature, let us grow with thee;
   let us see your forgiving face!
Nature, let us shine with thee;
   let us sing in fields of barley!
Nature, let us win with thee,
   let us flee this enmity and parley!

  Your tranquil eyes know no haste
      with what we waste;
      our beauty effaced!

   Your sleepless heart knows no time
      with what we’ve signed;
      no aspiring chimes!

Nature, let us learn from thee;
   let us be our makers dream!
Nature, let us learn from thee;
   let us be your faithful stream ...
Pavement blues
   infuse the few
   with aimless renews
      of fruitless views!

Pavement blues
   refuse the new
   with endless crews
      of wasted clues!

Pavement blues? true?
   Review!
A mellow breeze in a wishful sun
   fills waterfall flowers with honeybees
   where ageing grass, still young at heart,
   sways to music this autumn dreams.
      
      Sweet as honey and missed in seasons,
      the summer waves goodbye in peace.
         And what for fruitful hands today?
         Clammy, they’d be, away with spades.

A shallow river in the twilight sun
   brings hope to budding flowers of may
   where swathes of land, still rife with hope,
   sing in raindrops this autumn plays.
      
      Sour as lemon, yet yearned with reason;
      last winters madness is still yet to atone.
         And what for hopeful minds today?
         Busy, they’d be, in morrows ways.

Those swollen blue hands in the evening sun
   sees waterfall flowers with trees afar
   where times attritions, still young in regret,
   take no measure of our autumns jar!
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