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"flutter" poems
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers the moon crumbles one by one stars flutter into dust but the sea does not change and she goes forth out of hands and she returns into hands and is with sleep…. love, the breaking of your soul upon my lips
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As Is The Sea Marvelous
You send shivers down my spine when you walk in, Cause the butterflies to flutter like mad. When you look in my eyes, You burn right through me. You are the sunshine when my skies are clouded, The light when I can't find the good in the world. I could be all that you need, You are all that I want. My stomach knots when you are next to me, You make me nervous and giddy. I smile at the thought of you, Quake in your presence. You have all control over me, And you don't even know it.
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Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
You and Me
I want to climb inside your body move around in your skin grasp and kiss your body sending shivers deeper than within two bodies joined in unison penetrating heat melt us from the outside in sensual movements you finish twice, before I even begin
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
Flutter
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
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Don't Go Far Off
I find it strange that when I look into your eyes I'm not met with an endless starry sky. The world around me doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but you. I don't see an endless sea or visions of a setting sun, no matter my determination. So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words I've heard all my life describe? Yet my heart still drops when you walk into the room, even when your focus is a place far off. People say it's like a flutter but this is far too heavy to use such a light word to describe such a feeling. It's painful, but I know it isn't something ominous or bad because it feels right. How do I know it is love if none if my words describe it right as they should? I get it every time our eyes meet or you tilt your head and smile with your head in the clouds. I get it when you laugh to yourself or say something hardly above a whisper. When you focus so hard you ***** up and let out that silly sigh of aggravation and I feel such deep affection. Yet is it alright for me to say what I feel is love when I can't even tell myself what love is? I don't think your eyes need starry skies or my stomach needs a million butterflies. Your smile doesn't need to illuminate the room and my thoughts for you don't need an anchor. Your love shouldn't have an expectation and my words don't need to have a proper diction. Perhaps I'll see it in your heart or feel it in your touch one day if you feel the same regardless of what the world has sold me with their modern day poetry. I promise you that no matter how hopeless I become I will find out for myself what it means to love you wholly, even if I have to find out from loving at a distance.
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
The Expectations of You
I find it strange that when I look into your eyes I'm not met with an endless starry sky. The world around me doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but you. I don't see an endless sea or visions of a setting sun, no matter my determination. So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words I've heard all my life describe? Yet my heart still drops when you walk into the room, even when your focus is a place far off. People say it's like a flutter but this is far too heavy to use such a light word to describe such a feeling. It's painful, but I know it isn't something ominous or bad because it feels right. How do I know it is love if none if my words describe it right as they should? I get it every time our eyes meet or you tilt your head and smile with your head in the clouds. I get it when you laugh to yourself or say something hardly above a whisper. When you focus so hard you ***** up and let out that silly sigh of aggravation and I feel such deep affection. Yet is it alright for me to say what I feel is love when I can't even tell myself what love is? I don't think your eyes need starry skies or my stomach needs a million butterflies. Your smile doesn't need to illuminate the room and my thoughts for you don't need an anchor. Your love shouldn't have an expectation and my words don't need to have a proper diction. Perhaps I'll see it in your heart or feel it in your touch one day if you feel the same regardless of what the world has sold me with their modern day poetry. I promise you that no matter how hopeless I become I will find out for myself what it means to love you wholly, even if I have to find out from loving at a distance.
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Worn They -- fall Slowing down sight I draw closer and closer Then -- Flutter to stay awake and realize I'm not ready for this I'm not yet able to enter that dark place of meditation -- But I feel it coming more swiftly My heavy eyes falling With every Last shutter Closer Closer No -- yes Sleep.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Heavy Eyes
*Little wings flutter Morning starts with eyes smiling Birdbath needs filling*
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Zz Cleanliness
i remember the way your hair shined through the sunny day studying the way your eyes flutter every time you stutter the words you cant say i remember how pleasing your voice was beneath my ears i remember being with you washed away my fears do you remember the days where we used to lay in the shade? forming figures in the clouds having long conversations for hours nights where we stayed up late getting into stupid debates about who's right or wrong, picking out the right song to play over and over again. remember how we fought over stupid stuff? and even though times get rough, we'd just laugh it all up do you remember when we met in September? in english class where the hours didn't last and that's where it happened so fast creating memories that we thought would remain but all we created was pain and that was the last day i saw you. sitting on the bench with another girl my heart clenched cheeks tear-drenched my pride craving for revenge. listen darling, i just want you to remember from the beginning of september remember the long-lasting splendor the last moments of us being together because i remembered and dare i keep it in my heart forever.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC
r e m e m b e r
The sweetest of words escape your lips and leave me breathless. Butterflies flutter inside, fill day dreams with your static covered voice, So smooth and masculine. Never have I been so drawn to the corners of another's mind, wanting to fill myself into the creaks of your heartache. I could heal you.... shower you in affection and adoration. Your brilliance captivates me, leaving me wanting more. I'm to caught up in what ifs... What lingers between that I can't confess, is that I'm afraid, I could get completely lost in you.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Crush
Don't go far off, not even for a day Don't go far off, not even for a day, Because I don't know how to say it - a day is long And I will be waiting for you, as in An empty station when the trains are Parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then The little drops of anguish will all run together, The smoke that roams looking for a home will drift Into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve On the beach, may your eyelids never flutter Into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for A second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll Have gone so far I'll wander mazily Over all the earth, asking, will you Come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Lie within chaos, and create comfort In visions of endless love. Riding slowly on the crest of a morning fling, and flutter, The body stutters Like a street dancer. Shine in different directions And end the yearning For a love of creativity By stripping off And darting Into a sea of uncertainty, with a sense of Unimaginable lust for what keeps you Ticking like a sturdy clock. Find the rhymes that combine With what lies inside the mind, To stumble upon the future pleasure, That you unearth with delight, As you wonder. Inspiration is born out of desire. Fuel to fire the birth of creation. The mind quakes for a taste Of the cake, that is blessed with greatness.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
Feeling Uncertain of the Curtains
Summer morning - pink jets of clouds splash out from the golden well of the east falling just short of an ebbing moon. Streams of swallows flutter and glide over the garden - they are all flying in the same direction as if erupting from the sun’s waking pulse. Just for a moment one of the birds hangs perfectly still - like the top-most drop of water from a fountain before it turns to face the glittering pool. Beneath them all the hummingbird makes her rounds and a dove scratches the earth below the feeder keeping an wary eye on the scribbling intruder. So many summer mornings - too many summer mornings I have wasted worrying about the world and my place in it – absent from my own body and breath the cage of my ribs rising, falling, and pausing without me. Meanwhile, another swallow stills her wings. Buoyed by an unseen breeze she is both feathered sail and cresting wave as she slices over my shoulder bearing west. Tom Spencer © 2015
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Summer Morning
Take a soft tipped brush Dip, and trace my nakedness; Viscous dripping rainbow streams Clothe me here within our dreams. Swirl my curves With satin pink, Let your brush flutter and sink lower, purples, red and blue, I'm a canvas here for you. Paint me scarlet, paint me gold, Paint some words italic, bold Stop when you begin to weep A masterpiece, for us to keep.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Paint Me
she had flaked away her memories and stepped up with a ponderous heart, held by two gentle hands; and saying goodbye, did she, as she slipped off her skin, for the moment blood stains the kumari's tender soul, bereaved, will she become, for a goddess never bleeds. her feet shall never touch the tattered, naked ground, for it engulfs and devours and burns off the kumari's flesh. holding her pure spirit, and   accepting a cruel death sentence, her quivering soul cupped but a glimmer of hope, as the fire would flicker and lash and whip as her skin flakes again, and the kumari vanishes. but, if she remains unscathed, blood shall be drawn, and the gods will tremble and her body will collapse. the world will consume her once again. a kumari's blood, drawn, now at death, trembling and alone, had she sobbed tears of joy, for no longer the weight must she bear in her heart, of being a kumari; but a kumari is she, and the world has not chose her, but she has chosen to be. she had withered away, heart no longer ponderous, she stepped up. and her wishes from within passed on to the fearful others, held by two gentle hands, and with a gentle flutter of her eyes, next to her charcoal stained skin, had her heart stopped; for her bejeweled crown had been stained with blood, and the kumari realized that she had died long ago.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
a kumari's blood
Ill always smile when I think about you. Your soft touch, your sweet smile, your gentle laughter. You give me hope; hope about people and about society. Our paths crossed for only a short while but you made my heart flutter, you caught me in a way I’ll always remember. -JRM
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Remember
How do you fill the void without a billion stars? In this empty universe, my mind and heart collide And as they seem to whirl, flutter and fall apart I'm always lonely, always drowning in the sands of time. They say home is, where the heart is What if I'm a robot, am I heartless? Do I have an engine here in my chest? Am I lesser than a human, I'm a project? Do I do what I have been assigned to? Are my feelings and my thoughts not true? Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of fuel Everything I do is out of tune Then I get autotuned. I generate heat,  yet I still need warmth They say I'm cold, all I do is loathe But inside I know, I just need some love When all I get is rocks sent from above This is your planet, but it's filthy, I'm a foreigner in this city Born without a mission, Like a player without a CD If I stay persistent, will these wicked issues Stop being vicious? As I'm  always wishing They would disappear and my track get clear. Or maybe I'm just here to feel this fear? Electric shocks, my battery is burning Yet I’m just a casket, empty and unfurnished A system of transistors, I never keep consistence Transist me to a kingdom of purposeful existence My body as it’s glistening, you might see it from a distance As I reflect the light but I never gain wisdom There’s no friendship, there’s a treason Maybe humans are the demons, I might be a robot, but I’m certainly not a minion I’m just a set of codes on a hard drive Written for certain actions, all life I’ve been following the tasks, it’s alright But everything is in flames, it’s on fire But it’s time to break the leash, Sp I’m pulling up my sleeves, As I am not your slave, so now you’ll be on your knees, ‘cause I never work for free, Now you all gonna pay the fee Or else the world is gonna meet my metal weaponry.
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
The void
How do you fill the void without a billion stars? In this empty universe, my mind and heart collide And as they seem to whirl, flutter and fall apart I'm always lonely, always drowning in the sands of time. They say home is, where the heart is What if I'm a robot, am I heartless? Do I have an engine here in my chest? Am I lesser than a human, I'm a project? Do I do what I have been assigned to? Are my feelings and my thoughts not true? Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of fuel Everything I do is out of tune Then I get autotuned. I generate heat,  yet I still need warmth They say I'm cold, all I do is loathe But inside I know, I just need some love When all I get is rocks sent from above This is your planet, but it's filthy, I'm a foreigner in this city Born without a mission, Like a player without a CD If I stay persistent, will these wicked issues Stop being vicious? As I'm  always wishing They would disappear and my track get clear. Or maybe I'm just here to feel this fear? Electric shocks, my battery is burning Yet I’m just a casket, empty and unfurnished A system of transistors, I never keep consistence Transist me to a kingdom of purposeful existence My body as it’s glistening, you might see it from a distance As I reflect the light but I never gain wisdom There’s no friendship, there’s a treason Maybe humans are the demons, I might be a robot, but I’m certainly not a minion I’m just a set of codes on a hard drive Written for certain actions, all life I’ve been following the tasks, it’s alright But everything is in flames, it’s on fire But it’s time to break the leash, Sp I’m pulling up my sleeves, As I am not your slave, so now you’ll be on your knees, ‘cause I never work for free, Now you all gonna pay the fee Or else the world is gonna meet my metal weaponry.
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1292 Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away— Yesterday is Poetry— ’Tis Philosophy— Yesterday is mystery— Where it is Today While we shrewdly speculate Flutter both away
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Yesterday is History
people seem to move their lips but nothing ever comes out. well, that's not exactly true. words escape like dead leaves in a windstorm but like leaves they flutter and flurry useless things. a pretty painted kissable lip tempts no one when the words it drops like bombs explode killing the life it envied
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Lips
Feathers glimmer and shine As though covered in fish oil I lubricate the brain As I slip through the sky With a frictionless flicker My lightening wings Brain waves rapidly fluctuate Perfect balance held Between left and right Each wing a hemisphere As they beat and beat Accelerating into hyper speed 80 to a hundred or more Beats per second As though injected With a sonic speed Synapses bursting and exploding Exponentially connecting Blistering wing speed I become electric My circuits exploring Rippling and flickering through paper My brain comes alive Flashing multicolored lights Like the cities nights But still spaces collect around me As I am buffered from the world Perfectly still though standing On an invisible ledge I hold my mind in place While I hum in space Head down I drop my beak Into a funnel of concentration As I tunnel into trumpets Penetrating deep I flower   In new knowledge Polar aspects of mind Released through coherent communication Set free with coordination I seek to marry chalk and cheese As I hold the balance Between two worlds Flashing synapses firing And combusting Against pointed concentration My mind juggles two ***** Expanding into their fullness Expressing vibrant color My slippery slender beak Slips and slides in As I flutter through pages I discover new unexpected surprises Problems solved, Startling adventures And puzzles completed I find the sugary syrup The delicate delicious sweet spot With the thrill of falling domino's Spilling and cascading Many ripples fanning out Through my mind   I find freedom Each ripple massaging my mind I am catapulted into outer space I dance from fact to golden fact   As I am propelled forward on stardust My momentum shoots me forward I bounce and bounce My mind becoming unbounded   I enjoy this great Hummingbird delight
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
HUMMINGBIRD LIBERATING MIND
Feathers glimmer and shine As though covered in fish oil I lubricate the brain As I slip through the sky With a frictionless flicker My lightening wings Brain waves rapidly fluctuate Perfect balance held Between left and right Each wing a hemisphere As they beat and beat Accelerating into hyper speed 80 to a hundred or more Beats per second As though injected With a sonic speed Synapses bursting and exploding Exponentially connecting Blistering wing speed I become electric My circuits exploring Rippling and flickering through paper My brain comes alive Flashing multicolored lights Like the cities nights But still spaces collect around me As I am buffered from the world Perfectly still though standing On an invisible ledge I hold my mind in place While I hum in space Head down I drop my beak Into a funnel of concentration As I tunnel into trumpets Penetrating deep I flower   In new knowledge Polar aspects of mind Released through coherent communication Set free with coordination I seek to marry chalk and cheese As I hold the balance Between two worlds Flashing synapses firing And combusting Against pointed concentration My mind juggles two ***** Expanding into their fullness Expressing vibrant color My slippery slender beak Slips and slides in As I flutter through pages I discover new unexpected surprises Problems solved, Startling adventures And puzzles completed I find the sugary syrup The delicate delicious sweet spot With the thrill of falling domino's Spilling and cascading Many ripples fanning out Through my mind   I find freedom Each ripple massaging my mind I am catapulted into outer space I dance from fact to golden fact   As I am propelled forward on stardust My momentum shoots me forward I bounce and bounce My mind becoming unbounded   I enjoy this great Hummingbird delight
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I am hungry and it is reflected in the contours of every inch                   of skin every cell a-flutter tiny wings and heartbeats activated within right down to the ribosomes and kidney-shaped mitochondria right up through epidermis woven as threads of softness penetrating your inner hard, dark parts causing them to melt into                 my light I am craving to feel your absolute heart's raging core my aching flesh burning, my heart, wrapped in a love               so pure My need to be devoured surfaces in smoothness, at a glance You feel it acutely, no room for doubt or subtle chance                I am ravenous for muscle-worked arms (arms that could easily try to break) to be supremely gentle as you part my thighs like the ocean and sacredly partake the slickness of your tongue in my feminine grace the stains of my love drenching                 your noble face your eyes on mine as I sharply breathe          need to hold your head stroke your            hair know that for me               the king takes off that garland of gold breaking free of all symbols of status the only real treasure the queen who gives to him, and who he now pleasures      and I let myself be consumed with the reverence of a psalm my love pouring into you healing your hurts,                like a balm in this private landscape we are the most ferocious of tender estuaries in an eternal vista in this hour of somewhere, the sea hauls us in like ancient creatures,      bringing the fossils back to life in lustrous foam as they          inch their way into the spirals     that we feel we could call      home‎
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Tender Estuaries
I am hungry and it is reflected in the contours of every inch                   of skin every cell a-flutter tiny wings and heartbeats activated within right down to the ribosomes and kidney-shaped mitochondria right up through epidermis woven as threads of softness penetrating your inner hard, dark parts causing them to melt into                 my light I am craving to feel your absolute heart's raging core my aching flesh burning, my heart, wrapped in a love               so pure My need to be devoured surfaces in smoothness, at a glance You feel it acutely, no room for doubt or subtle chance                I am ravenous for muscle-worked arms (arms that could easily try to break) to be supremely gentle as you part my thighs like the ocean and sacredly partake the slickness of your tongue in my feminine grace the stains of my love drenching                 your noble face your eyes on mine as I sharply breathe          need to hold your head stroke your            hair know that for me               the king takes off that garland of gold breaking free of all symbols of status the only real treasure the queen who gives to him, and who he now pleasures      and I let myself be consumed with the reverence of a psalm my love pouring into you healing your hurts,                like a balm in this private landscape we are the most ferocious of tender estuaries in an eternal vista in this hour of somewhere, the sea hauls us in like ancient creatures,      bringing the fossils back to life in lustrous foam as they          inch their way into the spirals     that we feel we could call      home‎
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The lashes gently flutter, over eyes of crystal blue I’m waiting so impatiently, to share the world with you. Your crawl has turned to walking, as winter turns to spring Every moment the blues eyes stare, there’s something new to bring. A smile as warm as summer’s sun and a touch as soft as air Makes a heart in distant rooms, wish that it could share. I hear your laugh and feel you near, when I dare to dream Sometimes blue eyed angels, are exactly as they seem. Your questions go unspoken as does your inner song But those who know of angels, know this won’t last long. Your words and songs will soon be heard, by all of us who care An angels’ voice will carry far and always there to share. You’ll grow and learn as days go by, giving as you get My little blue eyed angel, just hasn’t started yet. Soon your smile will be face to face, warming all you see I pray my blue eyed angel… that one of them is me.
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Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
Blue Eyed Angel
gods and goddesses stilled mid-flight, immortalized in a glory fast fading. distilled sunlight filtering through, unheeded, as a devastating dawn for redemption awakens.      _dust scattering over marble hands, forever supple,_ as angels fall from grace, wings clipped and torn asunder. the sigh of a thousand lost souls, searching; the thunder of a thousand chariots, unbridled.      _a wing outstretched, a bow pulled taught;_ drawn, not fired. frozen heroes lifting voices unheard;      _the calm before a storm, a fight unforeseen,_ silver linings beckoning victories of heaven's epics left unsung. look up into the clouds and you'll see a history unwritten, for they speak to you in murals of smeared colors and pure light. but hush! sweet child, off you drift into an insincere sleep, until these stories buried beneath your lips,      singed, searing, burning away memories of the battles that    linger ,over your tongue  , are no more than a shadow of a flame.    and as his lashes flutter closed over blue eyes    and his heavy golden curls fall on white sheets    she whispers,         _the renaissance was not painted for you._
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
atlas captured
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencils fluent spires of fragrance the bowl seethes a flutter of stars a turbulence of forms delightful with indefinable flowering, the air is deep with desirable flowers i think thou lovest incense for in the ambiguous faint aspirings the indolent frail ascensions, of thy smile rises the immaculate sorrow of thy low hair flutter the level litanies unto thee i burn incense,over the dim smoke straining my lips are vague with ecstasy my palpitating ******* inhale the slow supple flower of thy beauty,my heart discovers thee unto whom i burn olbanum
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Unto Thee I
( Sonnet ) Under the primrose stars, the lovers Lie abed, on green, threadbare croft Of sleeping daisy, clover and moss, Trails with hushed air, an embroidery So fine as to stitch blushing heart fall And wrap the waters full of quietude In graces, winding, soft, granulating Time, wings flutter and hum, winsome Sparks, fire white, flying as little suns Burst confetti, in sweet encampment, Of grass and sapling wood, innocents, Charmed are wholly twining, in moon Rise a lantern to the winking heavens, Out of their skins they are climbing.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
Night Meadow