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"corals" poems
Hey Human! I am your Sibling. Queen bee wings are Ripped, bee niblings are Smoked For Your Honey Sweet. Hey human! Listen your Sibling’s Buzz. Tiger lost bones for Medicine, Fox lost fur for Fashion, Sharks lost fins for Soup. Hey human! Do Not Butcher Siblings. Simba’s life is not your Trophy, Jumbo’s tusks are not Decors, Helmets of Hornbills are not jewels. Hey human! Do Not Reap Siblings. Emperors of ice continent lost land, Economics is making Amazon less, Logging makes Orangutans homeless. Hey human! Do Not Invade Siblings. Warm oceans bleach corals, Water depleted in cities, We ingest plastic regularly. Hey human! Do Not Desert the Earth. Overfishing is holocaust of aquatic life, Livestock levitates toxic emissions. Hey human! Do Not Prey on Siblings. Lichens stunned by pollution, Symbionts are disintegrating, Biodiversity is declining. Hey human! Be Together with Siblings. Hey Human! We are Offsprings of Mother Nature. Monera, Animalia, Fungi, Plantae, Protista all have common roots. We are branches of the one Phylogenetic Tree rooting Common Ancestry unto LUCA. Hey Human! We are Siblings. Hey Human! Recall your Siblings. Hey Human! Revive your Siblings.
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
The Forgotten Sibling
The day that I was christened-- It's a hundred years, and more!-- A hag came and listened At the white church door, A-hearing her that bore me And all my kith and kin Considerately, for me, Renouncing sin. While some gave me corals, And some gave me gold, And porringers, with morals Agreeably scrolled, The hag stood, buckled In a dim gray cloak; Stood there and chuckled, Spat, and spoke: "There's few enough in life'll Be needing my help, But I've got a trifle For your fine young whelp. I give her sadness, And the gift of pain, The new-moon madness, And the love of rain." And little good to lave me In their holy silver bowl After what she gave me-- Rest her soul!
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Godmother
They hate the shadow of the bird over the high water of the white cheek and the conflict of light and wind in the salon of the cold snow. They hate the bodiless arrow, the precise handkerchief's farewell, the needle that keeps the pressure and the rose in the cereal blush of the smile. They love the blue desert, the swaying bovine expressions, the lying moon of the poles, the water's curved dance at the shore. With the science of tree trunk and street market they fill the clay with luminous nerves and lewdly skate on waters and sands tasting the bitter freshness of their millennial spit. It's through the crackling blue, blue without worm or a sleeping footprint, where the ostrich eggs remain eternal and the dancing rains wander untouched. It's through the blue without history, blue of a night without fear of day, blue where the **** of the wind goes splitting the sleepwalking camels of the empty clouds. It's there where the torsos dream under the gluttony of grass. There the corals soak the ink's despair, the sleepers erase their profiles under the skein of snails and the space of the dance remains over the final ashes.
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Norm and Paradise of the Blacks
Squeeze your feet into synthetic fins. See the world in big rubbery lenses. Don’t forget the snorkel, of course! Bite tight. Hobble to the shore, Where the two worlds meet. The sea splashes gently on the sand. It hurls itself forward And then recedes back. Its motions are like gestures, Telling you to draw close And closer. Its peaceful surface is an invitation itself, Painted blue and glittered with sunshine. Accept the invitation with gladness. Don't be afraid! Let the briny waters embrace you. Let the cold tickle your skin. Let the waves rock you back and forth. You have entered a grand ballroom Illuminated with a majestic chandelier of refracting sunlight. The colorful corals with shapes of mounds, disks, and crowns, Sway with the rhythm of the current. The fishes dance around and about, Each beaded with scales of various vibrant colors. And then the reef ends. The colors abruptly plunge into a black abyss.   Look down and allow yourself to be Filled with fear, terror, Or maybe Insatiable curiosity. Now let that curiosity stir discontentment in you: Discontentment with snorkeling. Let it ignite a craving for More thrill, more wonder. It's time to go deep sea diving.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
Snorkeling
Her Imperious Canticle rewarded From the butterflies of monarchy Mermaid scales are her bouquet An ombre is the debut Crystal corals are the stars on her face Below pink rings that scale a tune Which the winged beauties will charm in too An amazing debut for the see through Of a dynasty that glows in the prism moon.
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
Of Prisms and Opera Bones
Forests of coral adorn the rocky ocean floor, Sheltered here in this sky-blue lagoon. See the golden sand, shining through the still waters, Fringed by plumes of palm. The warming sun is smiling, Flanked by fluffy white clouds. Gulls are calling Over the whispering sea. A tropical paradise Punctuated only By impromptu showers. Those colourful corals Swarmed with teeming fish Of every hue. This is the place To be. Paul Butters
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
Coral Cove
Kissing you was like swallowing the salty, salty sea: I have corals for ribs, and seaweed limbs; my bones are ship-wreck saves and wishful pennies. My heart is a sea-shell: if you put your ear to it, you’ll hear me screaming, shouting, pining for you.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
Anatomy of the sea
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight— A quiet—Earthquake Style— Too subtle to suspect By natures this side Naples— The North cannot detect The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol— The lips that never lie— Whose hissing Corals part—and shut— And Cities—ooze away—
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A still—Volcano—Life
Sometimes          I feel a well                    dug deep          into my heart   I try to stop it but it quickly becomes ocean   and overflows        into great tsunami           rises over all the levees              rushes past dams                                  breaks down tall                    city structures,               edifices crumbling            in its path      all the squid and octopi     skitting forth in wild pulses, tentacles entangled      in doorways and rooves         slipping through narrow                 window-openings                    as they pour ink                        in clouds,                          shifting shapes                           in cephalopod excitement                             while blue whales                             and humpbacks                                breach over bridges,                              phosphorescent jellies                           light up                        the dark streets of                       my arteries                      electric eels illuminate                     the alleyways of                    desolation's thick syrup                      and I cannot stop it even                             if I wanted to,                    these darkened,                      swirling waves I am both floating and flying like a jumping manta ray curling around the ferries bobbing in seahorse iridescence weaving between buses as if they were corals And when the storm subsides, colorful rockpools form, rich in diversity It is there, in between the multicolored ***** and succulent shellfish, in a mermaid's        voluptuous smile and turquoise eye that I see you, so crystal clear                 I could reach out                                     and bring you to me,                                    holding you tight                          until the                 gentle break      of           morning
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
tsunami
Sometimes          I feel a well                    dug deep          into my heart   I try to stop it but it quickly becomes ocean   and overflows        into great tsunami           rises over all the levees              rushes past dams                                  breaks down tall                    city structures,               edifices crumbling            in its path      all the squid and octopi     skitting forth in wild pulses, tentacles entangled      in doorways and rooves         slipping through narrow                 window-openings                    as they pour ink                        in clouds,                          shifting shapes                           in cephalopod excitement                             while blue whales                             and humpbacks                                breach over bridges,                              phosphorescent jellies                           light up                        the dark streets of                       my arteries                      electric eels illuminate                     the alleyways of                    desolation's thick syrup                      and I cannot stop it even                             if I wanted to,                    these darkened,                      swirling waves I am both floating and flying like a jumping manta ray curling around the ferries bobbing in seahorse iridescence weaving between buses as if they were corals And when the storm subsides, colorful rockpools form, rich in diversity It is there, in between the multicolored ***** and succulent shellfish, in a mermaid's        voluptuous smile and turquoise eye that I see you, so crystal clear                 I could reach out                                     and bring you to me,                                    holding you tight                          until the                 gentle break      of           morning
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If the mediterranean waves could carry me to your arms, I'd wake up to your whispers,enchanted by your charms.            If the wafting wind could breeze me to your bed Our longing lips would hiss and kiss,in hungry emotions wed.            If this love i feel could linger in your heart, If we could live our dulcet dreams,and never  ever be apart,           If i could be with you and you could be with me, We'd watch Our stars at night,sparkling in secret splendour,               brightening,shining our blissful destiny.           If we could be together,until the day 'Forever',         I'd hold on to your hand,be the significant other,           your dedicated lover and even your bestfriend.        I'd be your daily listener,your passion,your romance,                  I love you to infinity,till universal ends.        If we could lie together on gossamer powdered sands       On threaded silken sheets sewn by the mermaids'hands. If we could hear the  sweetest sounds of shells and corals play, If I could whisper out your name and hear You answer everyday,         If i just turn around to find you looking my way,        If I could be with you to live the promise of 'Today'       Tomorrow I'd still be there, a lavender in your grey. (To the man in my dreams)
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:14 AM UTC
Fragrance Of Love
Gentle breaths dandle under waves of water as the spirits emerge in an oyster shell in and out of sultry tones between whispered gargles that expel saliva full of love in each intoxicating pour of perfect pearls lubing the heart introducing the underworld in starfish light as mammals in heat spew deeper and lower they sink amid the corals in and out releasing bubbles of bliss
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May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 10:02 AM UTC
Oyster Love
You walked in a pool of sharks knowing where the good fish is and the plankton floats You were floating in a great ocean of possibilities some so foreign, your eyes dilated some so familiar you felt elated You slid next to great whales of knowledge and shook the tentacles with wise octopi with strands of experience You got bitten by piranhas of isolation and even bled internally from bumping shoulders with beautiful heartless corals Then one day you met a seashell and her friend you marveled at the intricate art of nature and became friends this time you had the courage to knock Not all hard exteriors reflect tough personalities You just had to knock
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
The Business
"It is a deepening,"                          she said and took his hand to her watery bed, beaming her light upon those almost invisible threads in particles subtly                  speaking in sparkling aquatic tongues like colored crystals, felt in shards of icy wine shells sifted in far-flung             seas of time Shining down as we dive to the depths we lead each other on We are the              explorers of the dark We have powerful equipment to attempt to clarify radiate it all up               and if it fails, the light from our eyes and hands is enough to illuminate the murky         waters below our salvation, deep-sea secrets revealed— churning in undertow          In fact, if you dare to penetrate the dark and cast aside fear of predators                you will see- the ruins of an ancient temple                 waiting, just waiting for you        for me to dance amongst the algae-coated alabaster, green wisps moving in hypnotic motion to weave in-between the fish and corals, a magic breathing in of ocean in sync with our own                           breaths This expanse of endlessness         …..so many layers to discover to sway and trip the light in quiet,             breathless joy The feel of electric flow around our feet. Saltwater,             turning sweet. It is time for the next stage                      to begin So tip your head back, my love--- and        drink it                      in
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
Dive
"It is a deepening,"                          she said and took his hand to her watery bed, beaming her light upon those almost invisible threads in particles subtly                  speaking in sparkling aquatic tongues like colored crystals, felt in shards of icy wine shells sifted in far-flung             seas of time Shining down as we dive to the depths we lead each other on We are the              explorers of the dark We have powerful equipment to attempt to clarify radiate it all up               and if it fails, the light from our eyes and hands is enough to illuminate the murky         waters below our salvation, deep-sea secrets revealed— churning in undertow          In fact, if you dare to penetrate the dark and cast aside fear of predators                you will see- the ruins of an ancient temple                 waiting, just waiting for you        for me to dance amongst the algae-coated alabaster, green wisps moving in hypnotic motion to weave in-between the fish and corals, a magic breathing in of ocean in sync with our own                           breaths This expanse of endlessness         …..so many layers to discover to sway and trip the light in quiet,             breathless joy The feel of electric flow around our feet. Saltwater,             turning sweet. It is time for the next stage                      to begin So tip your head back, my love--- and        drink it                      in
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*No matter how painful the words I write, or how perfectly beautiful they rhyme, no phrase, no line, no verse, no time or poetry in the world could bring you back. And I'll miss you forever, like how the shore unspeakably misses the kisses of the tides as they recede; and like the corals on the ocean beds, you are all I need.*
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
Unspoken
returning nightmares moonlit if somewhere past loses sea corals forging poetry
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Calling of Sea Corals
Havana girls, cherry hearts Bad girls from Mars Miss july, mad money Say hey-yeah, hey-yeah Glitter is a girl's best friend Only a pair of diamond earrings can make me happy Gold and fur completes my soul Cleopatra and diamond lust Corals in my eyes and love is in my hair I'm a girl with pearl earrings, a girl with golden eyes I see a stripper with a pink wig and cat eyes Oh, hello little daisy Havana girls, cherry hearts Bad girls from Mars Miss july, mad money Say hey-yeah, hey-yeah Coconut taste on my lips Red roses in my garden Teen-age gangsters And I'm feeling like I'm home again Palm springs, fairy wings Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood Misery loves whiskey turns on my soul Don't judge me and say hey-yeah, hey-yeah Havana girls, cherry hearts Bad girls from Mars Miss july, mad money Say hey-yeah, hey-yeah Havana girls, cherry hearts Bad girls from Mars Miss july, mad money Say hey-yeah, hey-yeah
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
Havana Girls
I am searching through the ghastly depths below the seas, Where the sunlight still shines through the waters. I find an interesting village...A haven for creatures in this Dead, lifeless ocean floor. I did not know so much life teemed through this rock. Intricate sea creatures swim through the teeming corals like red liquid flows through narrow blood vessels. Each with a purpose, each with a task. One species benefits the other, and vice versa. The sea cannot live without one, and one cannot live without the other. This makes me question the point of me being the world. Am I something of importance, Or a seemingly dangerous virus? Really, I cannot tell who I shall be, Until I live out the rest of my life, and find out, Who I really am, and the person that will grieve for me the most when I'm gone.
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC
The Ocean Floor
The last time I saw you We were trying to blend orange into green In a huge painting for a fund raising auction. Surprisingly, I see you again in yet another colorful adventure, In a dark room with bright blinking lights where We gave 80's dance moves to pop rock songs. Then we plunged into the night and let Our laughter and high pitched voices pierce the chilly air. We balanced our books as we hurriedly jaywalked Through the 10 pm traffic jam. Though the ads in the mall were right at our faces, You pulled me to a big blue aquarium To marvel at the goldfish and guppies Staring at our shiny eyes the same way. We tried to understand the math On how our corals cost 3 times more than the States Even if we have 20 times more species than them. We couldn't, but we swore to each other we'd stop it. And as we shared a glass Of too much ice and no more tea We fought back passion filled tears When we told each other story after story Of our government's inadequacies. We argued, but finally agreed that It's not over population, it's urban planning; It's not poverty, it's inequality; They're not imbeciles, just ignorant; And our nation maybe unfortunate, But our trust is not in fortune, but in grace. Then as we bid each other goodbye, Unsure of when will we even meet again, I prayed to God that If our school chaplain becomes the president I'd like him to appoint you and me as the environment and finance secretaries. I thanked Him too because Now for the first time in my life, I'm not ashamed, I'm not embarrassed but I'm happy To be a geek Because you are with me.
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
Geeks
The last time I saw you We were trying to blend orange into green In a huge painting for a fund raising auction. Surprisingly, I see you again in yet another colorful adventure, In a dark room with bright blinking lights where We gave 80's dance moves to pop rock songs. Then we plunged into the night and let Our laughter and high pitched voices pierce the chilly air. We balanced our books as we hurriedly jaywalked Through the 10 pm traffic jam. Though the ads in the mall were right at our faces, You pulled me to a big blue aquarium To marvel at the goldfish and guppies Staring at our shiny eyes the same way. We tried to understand the math On how our corals cost 3 times more than the States Even if we have 20 times more species than them. We couldn't, but we swore to each other we'd stop it. And as we shared a glass Of too much ice and no more tea We fought back passion filled tears When we told each other story after story Of our government's inadequacies. We argued, but finally agreed that It's not over population, it's urban planning; It's not poverty, it's inequality; They're not imbeciles, just ignorant; And our nation maybe unfortunate, But our trust is not in fortune, but in grace. Then as we bid each other goodbye, Unsure of when will we even meet again, I prayed to God that If our school chaplain becomes the president I'd like him to appoint you and me as the environment and finance secretaries. I thanked Him too because Now for the first time in my life, I'm not ashamed, I'm not embarrassed but I'm happy To be a geek Because you are with me.
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You are my morning dew, the sunrise and the sunset, the tides of a calm ocean, the hidden rainforest. You are calm, cool, collected. the light and hope and the warmth, the twists of a peaceful nature, the mysterious lurker. You are nature in all senses, and all my senses need thy nature. Your touch is the tingle on my skin, Your kiss, a roller-coaster ride on my lips. Your actions, a witness for my eyes; and your scent, shampoo to my nose. Your voice, music to my ears. And your nonexistence, threat to my tears. You are my beautiful painting — oil on canvas, my completing soul mate — stamps on letters, my taste to life — sugar to coffee, and my drug — alcohol to liquor. You are one with nature, and my nature is not complete without you. You are more than my morning dew, that surpasses all sunrise or sunsets, more than the tides or corals of the sea, more than the cleavage of an unknown rainforest. You are, my soul mate. A mate to my nature, A mate to my soul, lacking one would lead me, inevitable depths of darkness, a deep pitiful hole.
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Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
Breakfast Note
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me some honey to make sweet my hive, That in my passions I may hope the best. I beg no riband wrought with thine own hands, To knit our loves in the fantastic strain Of new-touched youth; nor ring to show the stands Of our affection, that as that’s round and plain, So should our loves meet in simplicity; No, nor the corals which thy wrist enfold, Laced up together in congruity, To show our thoughts should rest in the same hold; No, nor thy picture, though most gracious, And most desired, because best like the best; Nor witty lines, which are most copious, Within the writings which thou hast addressed. Send me nor this, nor that, to increase my store, But swear thou think’st ‘I love thee,’ and no more.
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The Token
I want to hold you in my arms but I can't. though I can feel the ache in my teres' as I hold them out, hoping you'll change your mind and bury yourself in them. hoping you'll find comfort with your face in my neck again, kissing me relentlessly and telling me you love me, telling me you love me from your soul to mine. but we laugh and cover it up, cover up the fears that we may be more than what we would prefer, that there's more beneath our hearts, more that wants to reach out and touch the cold, graveyards in us. each headstone an emotion we left behind with the memories in the caskets below. we want to take shovels and cover them in 6 feet of dirt. we want to tear our nails trying to open each casket and say the headstones' names to each of them. and we want to caress and heal each individual wound and scar the other carries, we want to kiss them and watch them fold into new skin. we want the power to protect each sunrise and sunset the other may behold some day. we want to reach into the ocean of the others presence and pull up all the treasures below. we want to show the other the beauty of their depths, the trenches with new discoveries of the corals we may hold deep down and the tropical beaches where our shells shine. we want to uncover each other from each other. but truly, I just want your arms with mine, in that romantic way you said we had to give up. I want the heart you have. I wish I was good enough for that heart, I wonder what I'm missing. I will always wonder if I'm good enough. why you can't make that decision? I know it's from her, but why can't I surpass that? what do I lack? which shell isn't bright enough? which scar is too ugly? which wound hurts too much? which casket is too ***** which headstone is too large? is my graveyard too vast? which cavern is too deep? which trench is drowning you? which sunrise isn't beautiful enough? which sunset is too dark? which star isn't in your constellation? is my sun too hot? is the moon too low? which galaxy is too far? what could I have done? can I? am I good enough to fix anything for you?
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Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 2:05 AM UTC
I'm begging, please
I want to hold you in my arms but I can't. though I can feel the ache in my teres' as I hold them out, hoping you'll change your mind and bury yourself in them. hoping you'll find comfort with your face in my neck again, kissing me relentlessly and telling me you love me, telling me you love me from your soul to mine. but we laugh and cover it up, cover up the fears that we may be more than what we would prefer, that there's more beneath our hearts, more that wants to reach out and touch the cold, graveyards in us. each headstone an emotion we left behind with the memories in the caskets below. we want to take shovels and cover them in 6 feet of dirt. we want to tear our nails trying to open each casket and say the headstones' names to each of them. and we want to caress and heal each individual wound and scar the other carries, we want to kiss them and watch them fold into new skin. we want the power to protect each sunrise and sunset the other may behold some day. we want to reach into the ocean of the others presence and pull up all the treasures below. we want to show the other the beauty of their depths, the trenches with new discoveries of the corals we may hold deep down and the tropical beaches where our shells shine. we want to uncover each other from each other. but truly, I just want your arms with mine, in that romantic way you said we had to give up. I want the heart you have. I wish I was good enough for that heart, I wonder what I'm missing. I will always wonder if I'm good enough. why you can't make that decision? I know it's from her, but why can't I surpass that? what do I lack? which shell isn't bright enough? which scar is too ugly? which wound hurts too much? which casket is too ***** which headstone is too large? is my graveyard too vast? which cavern is too deep? which trench is drowning you? which sunrise isn't beautiful enough? which sunset is too dark? which star isn't in your constellation? is my sun too hot? is the moon too low? which galaxy is too far? what could I have done? can I? am I good enough to fix anything for you?
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In paradise the ocean is the sky Where the birds swim by And fish fly from tree to tree Trying to not bother a single bee Starfish light up the night That sure is an astounding sight Sea horses gallop through mountains They all go their own ways Butterflies flutter around kissing corals To get a taste of their sweet succulent nectar This is paradise And the ocean is the sky In this world that is upside down
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
Paradise
I saw a cherry weep, and why? Why wept it? but for shame Because my Julia’s lip was by, And did out-red the same. But, pretty fondling, let not fall A tear at all for that: Which rubies, corals, scarlets, all For tincture wonder at.
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The Weeping Cherry