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"peridot" poems
**VALENTINE'S DAY Bright Eyes** A touch of brilliance in the eye Like aged whiskey in a glass Like peridot and emerald Crystophase, oh lass! O lad! How we do gaze At the pupils, aye! Shining, black as onyx The apple of the eye! How we do gaze at the pool Who could know the depth Of pleasure it illicits The mystical lure of *** Perhaps the lovely iris Is a dark ceurilian blue But the open pupil invites in and says I love you! SoulSurvivor (C) 2/14/2014 Rewritten 2/14/2015
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
\(*!*)/
Scorpio ♏️ ~~~~~ Scorpio needs the healing of Aquamarine Charolite, Turquoise, Malachite or Emerald Obsidian Black , Golden Topaz and Boji Stone Ruby, Lapis Lazuli,Green Tourmaline,Kunzite Peridot , Rainbow Moonstone, Rhodochrosite. I know of Variscite Hiddenite n Apache tears. Or Herkimer Diamond ,Hiddenite , or Variscite ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip December 22nd 2018.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
Scorpio ♏️ October 24-November 22
Capricorn ♑️ ~~~~~~~~ Capricornian don’t mind me. I can’t live as you. As you have the highest of standards always. Peridot,Garnets, Agate or Turquoise to wear Ruby’s grace a  beautiful young maidens hair. I can see the jewels in your eyes as you smile. Carnelian stones or Malachite for soul healing Or Jet ,Smokey Quartz or shiny Black Onyx. Red Garnets,Blue Aragonite,Green Tourmaline Nonsuch is the birth symbol ,graceful as thee ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. December 19th 2018.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
Capricorn ♑️ December 23 - January 20
Virgo  ♍️ ~~~~ Virgo needs be a person advocating virginity I know because I have fusion and experience. Realistically fusing together two personalities God knows n loves my approach and approves Of Peridot,Carnelian, Blue Sapphire,Tourmaline       Of Green ........ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip.      17th December 2018.
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Virgo ♍️ August 24- September 23
Your eyes devour me... Her sheets of scented sin Tasted lips Quickening the Whispering heat; His breath upon her neck... Peridot eyes, cast silent wishes Suckling whispered thoughts; A stream of tangled hunger Shivered quiet... Fire tongue skimmed Autumn's flame, Rapture Breathless, Shades of gold, caressed Succulent ******* Amber whispered; Intoxication sweet, a shiver-pour Thrusting The drown of midnight silk Exotic dancing her sensual need... Tongue jets softly Hard, Upon hips gyrate, Flesh weakened By the strain of ravage Welcoming Libation's drench... Night's kiss sears Heated flesh Bathed in effervescence, Creamy nectar delight, A cascade Between lips of adoration... And HE... Wrote his name Frenzied Inside her; Snake hips, pulsing To repletion, Raising the satin sheen Fire crimson with hardened-need........
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC
Scented Sin:
Buzzing emerald jungle swoons—            hip kitty soul eyes embrace the red wanderer. It’s a tactical chess game,         both aware of the other’s presence. Nebulous black perched in shadows,      desert red fool skips like a rock.           when eyes eclipse each other an electric hummmmmmm buzzes as their hearts start glowing like a peridot ember the wind whizzes and twists through their perfect curly hirsute            rushing luscious aurora energy pulsing            to and fro like giddy hearts exchanging notes in class… Their blurry bodies bound forward     fox scorching ground while panther burns branches         lightning leg movements paws calls thunder           sun red hot fuzz lunges up            midnight cool moon goddess panther slams down               colors collide and crash and cling and clap             spines ignited in tye-dye holographic rainbows their claws singe each other’s skin their eyes swirl black holes holy howls and breath coalesce as one love as one sight, all encompassing mythical tail told to all through campfire gypsies and artists canvas panting the dancing fox and panther the bhavacakka.
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Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
Panther and Fox
Libra ♎️ ~~~~ Libra uses healing properties of Lapis Lazuli In Peridot,& Sapphires, Aquamarine stones Bloodstones,Emerald stones, Sunstones, Rainbow Moonstones, Morganite, Lepidolite Aventurine,GreenTourmaline,HerkimerDiamond ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. December 22nd 2018.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
Libra ♎️ September 24 - October 23
Lily pad clarinet Prune flute Carrot orange pull Appaloosa pattern fur coat cross a Hot pink cello zip Peridot cymbals Neon tumbleweed drums All cause I wanna know What tacky sounds like. Jan 15th, 2015
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
tacky
When I met you, my heartbeat fret-- something was incongruous. And once frantic words careened out of your mouth-- I saw rapid fire machine gun rubber bullets bouncing everywhere. Neighborhood dogs desperately yipped and barked and howled as your attempts to weave a conspiracy laden tragic web of a storybook life into a net to trap those who will listen unravel before me. Storm clouds darken around you. The cacophonous pandemonium of your voice and slithering slender body are fascinating to watch as headlights dance by while you whirl in the middle of the road, ***** drink in one hand a plucky smile-- your green eyes glow like melting peridot. With a train wreck personality, your frolfing at a busy intersection influence over some is astonishing! The next morning, through a haze of listlessness, I understand what you are; Succubus.
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 8:44 AM UTC
Chaos Incarnate
Leo ♌️ ~~~ Leo has birthstones of Onyx, Peridot,Ruby, Even Turquoise,Amber,Citrine,Larimar,Petalite Or Fire Agate,Red Garnet,Sunstones,Sardonyx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. December 22nd 2018.
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
Leo ♌️ July 24- August 23.
I have a Crown that waits In glory up above A diadem of diamonds And other stones of love My blood it is as rubies My sweat deep blue sapphires My tears are as a topaz Peridot, turquoise. There are Opals in my charity Pearls in my patience Beryls in my honesty Fire agate in my faith Emeralds in empathy I run from greed & vice Moonstone in great mercy Chrystophase in Christ All these stones, and many more Will never fade, grow old They will be set in Floral Designs Bezels of purest gold. I design my diadem With care, tender and great To gain these stones I must allow For vagaries of fate There is mention of a mansion That will be an estate But I look forward to that crown **TO CAST AT JESUS' FEET!** SoulSurvivor (C) 11/21/2016
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
The Jewels in my Crown
He knows what lies below. This is where it all began: here Beneath the bubbling sludge and ******* mud. This is the home brew, the cocooning grounds. His sturdy boots trudge through, Hefting questions and glasses askew. Somewhere to the side a fat swamp prince Composes bog rhymes in ribbit meter. Each squelching step sets a buzzing bunch Of crystal dragons zipping away to Slick peridot pontoons. A loon swoons The expeditioner with a sobbing cry. He Has said goodbye to reservations, to the Long-dead preservation rights. He slogs through The buzzing night. Yellow daggers clench Between scaly steeltrap snappers and stones With eyes blink in languid surprise, unnoticed. He is lost, dying, unsure of his quest. He needs a Cure. He knows it lies here, in the beginning place. Their faces haunt his deathly guts and crush His straining heart with need - need for the solution. Need to survive, to prolong his life - alone! So alone: the last. If only he could rest. His nostrils quiver with the homesick stench Of tails becoming legs and nipping lips sprouting Sticky tongues. The answer, he is here for the Only answer. Something below, below, down In the dredges of history - in the slime of Centuries, rotless and preserved. He will find it: Some link, some closer thing he can revive And test and rest as bedrock for his life. A foot sticks in the overfriendly tar. No, He will not pause. He has come too far. In the birthing grime, some hungry memory wakes. It knows what lies above, it thirsts to cease it. It reaches, roils, pulls, rips with smelly squish-fingers - Thirsting and thirsting to slake. It longs to reveal To show, to make known to the traveler. (All he has searched for is found here, it knows, Organized and close. Held and safe below) It reaches, grabs - thirsty - presses him into A false step. A slip. A skritching clipboard Of statistics curses in rustling indignance As it flutters to the mud above a splattered head. Science-frozen lungs fill with dread - With life-giving peat. (It will show him) He ***** in And burbles out a scream. (what he wants, show him) This is where it begins, (this is his dream!) where it ends. Now he knows what lies below. He lies - curled - Quenched from growth. The eyes of unnoticed Stones blink in surprise. Soaring swamp lyrics Rise, a loon swoons with a sobbing cry. He curls in peace and drifts alone Now he knows what lies below.
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
In Peridot Above
He knows what lies below. This is where it all began: here Beneath the bubbling sludge and ******* mud. This is the home brew, the cocooning grounds. His sturdy boots trudge through, Hefting questions and glasses askew. Somewhere to the side a fat swamp prince Composes bog rhymes in ribbit meter. Each squelching step sets a buzzing bunch Of crystal dragons zipping away to Slick peridot pontoons. A loon swoons The expeditioner with a sobbing cry. He Has said goodbye to reservations, to the Long-dead preservation rights. He slogs through The buzzing night. Yellow daggers clench Between scaly steeltrap snappers and stones With eyes blink in languid surprise, unnoticed. He is lost, dying, unsure of his quest. He needs a Cure. He knows it lies here, in the beginning place. Their faces haunt his deathly guts and crush His straining heart with need - need for the solution. Need to survive, to prolong his life - alone! So alone: the last. If only he could rest. His nostrils quiver with the homesick stench Of tails becoming legs and nipping lips sprouting Sticky tongues. The answer, he is here for the Only answer. Something below, below, down In the dredges of history - in the slime of Centuries, rotless and preserved. He will find it: Some link, some closer thing he can revive And test and rest as bedrock for his life. A foot sticks in the overfriendly tar. No, He will not pause. He has come too far. In the birthing grime, some hungry memory wakes. It knows what lies above, it thirsts to cease it. It reaches, roils, pulls, rips with smelly squish-fingers - Thirsting and thirsting to slake. It longs to reveal To show, to make known to the traveler. (All he has searched for is found here, it knows, Organized and close. Held and safe below) It reaches, grabs - thirsty - presses him into A false step. A slip. A skritching clipboard Of statistics curses in rustling indignance As it flutters to the mud above a splattered head. Science-frozen lungs fill with dread - With life-giving peat. (It will show him) He ***** in And burbles out a scream. (what he wants, show him) This is where it begins, (this is his dream!) where it ends. Now he knows what lies below. He lies - curled - Quenched from growth. The eyes of unnoticed Stones blink in surprise. Soaring swamp lyrics Rise, a loon swoons with a sobbing cry. He curls in peace and drifts alone Now he knows what lies below.
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Precious gems started January 14th, 2021 Sometimes I think of poems and people misplaced lost missing gone they live on as gems in my heart tumbled smooth by the turbulence of my frantic love each a precious polished stone ruby labradorite jade peridot nightly before I sleep I kiss them each one so they will have sweet dreams.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 7:32 PM UTC
Precious gems
From my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I will finally be beautiful. The marigolds that will bloom will not flee and vanish from the glow of the sun They will aspire and capture its power, ever basking in its majesty unlike all that I have done For they are enduring and evergreen, quite a contradiction to someone always on the run Helianthus will burgeon from my corpse in the Autumn, cordial, acquiescent and jolly Luminous hues of gold, superiority in the form of a blooming seedling, free of worldly folly Irresistible to butterflies and feathered creatures, who shall evermore adore the perennial dolly Snowdrops with delicate pedicels will pepper the frost polishing over my long corroded flesh, An impeccable ability to synthesize with the world effortlessly, so that I may at last mesh Nevermore will I acquiesce to let the world negligently toss me about, instead the world will thresh Irises in the spring will be next to transcend, ripe with nonconformity rooting from their eccentric peridot petals For the world encompassing them may be wrapped in blissful ignorance, but  they will forever hesitate to settle They realize that life is for naught, putrescence is inevitable, so why even make a vain attempt to mettle As sure as the sun will ascend, the summer will materialize, and the sun's glimmer will rage from dusk until dawn For the world will strive on, long after I am gone, and my effulgence on the Earth is perpetually withdrawn I am not fearful of death because in death there is ignorance and blissful uncertainty From my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
Fear Not for Your Ephemeral Corpse
From my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I will finally be beautiful. The marigolds that will bloom will not flee and vanish from the glow of the sun They will aspire and capture its power, ever basking in its majesty unlike all that I have done For they are enduring and evergreen, quite a contradiction to someone always on the run Helianthus will burgeon from my corpse in the Autumn, cordial, acquiescent and jolly Luminous hues of gold, superiority in the form of a blooming seedling, free of worldly folly Irresistible to butterflies and feathered creatures, who shall evermore adore the perennial dolly Snowdrops with delicate pedicels will pepper the frost polishing over my long corroded flesh, An impeccable ability to synthesize with the world effortlessly, so that I may at last mesh Nevermore will I acquiesce to let the world negligently toss me about, instead the world will thresh Irises in the spring will be next to transcend, ripe with nonconformity rooting from their eccentric peridot petals For the world encompassing them may be wrapped in blissful ignorance, but  they will forever hesitate to settle They realize that life is for naught, putrescence is inevitable, so why even make a vain attempt to mettle As sure as the sun will ascend, the summer will materialize, and the sun's glimmer will rage from dusk until dawn For the world will strive on, long after I am gone, and my effulgence on the Earth is perpetually withdrawn I am not fearful of death because in death there is ignorance and blissful uncertainty From my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Kinesiology is the new brain surgery Preferential treatment A Martyr for your sugar gene Cat fights Bud lights Hookups and straightened hair This is the new Jesus Wouldn't you know It's the jocks and the nerds again Over and over until you've lost all your friends To a horrible incident where you decided to be free This is why you will always Be better than me Projectile ***** Thesis on emesis I am so green I am peridot and coriander Caring about what they think Watching all the popular shows Does and stags Waving flags Pre-packaged beliefs Artificial older sister Looking down your nose You are so humble You are so polite It's the other person's fault When you get in a fight But most of all You aren't racist You aren't racist There's no way you're a racist
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
Eye Haight
.                                     *//////                                         /////////                                          feathers///                               are as/////                                      cloud canyons                                  they are as///                               angel hair///                             or they are///                           as black as//                         doom // the///                             color of despair                           they are bright                     as parrots//////                     emerald rainbow               hues // rubies //                topaz // peridot //               deepest sapphire           blue // but the ///             best thing about               feathers // or /////                plumes if you poets           will /// if they are             slipped // if they are     clipped /// they /////     make a clever //////       **Q                                   U                                         I                                             L                                               L                                                 ============================*** SoulSurvivor (C) 11/14/2016
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
feathers
.                                     *//////                                         /////////                                          feathers///                               are as/////                                      cloud canyons                                  they are as///                               angel hair///                             or they are///                           as black as//                         doom // the///                             color of despair                           they are bright                     as parrots//////                     emerald rainbow               hues // rubies //                topaz // peridot //               deepest sapphire           blue // but the ///             best thing about               feathers // or /////                plumes if you poets           will /// if they are             slipped // if they are     clipped /// they /////     make a clever //////       **Q                                   U                                         I                                             L                                               L                                                 ============================*** SoulSurvivor (C) 11/14/2016
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He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon, From drops of peridot scattered at sea, Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin. His father not caring where or with whom, Or from what rare ocean his being might be- He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon. He learnt his letters from a dark winged loon Who flew where the mountains caress the trees, Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin. His speech was a garble of false and truth, Whistling like a hollow piped reed, He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon. His eyes a contagion of waters blue And brackish trunks of underwater trees Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin. His normal voice wove a threadless tune, Brought close the mermaids, hungry to feed; He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon, Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
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Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 4:38 PM UTC
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon
Great dreams Crystal whispers I never believed in I played a thousand fantasies my pet dragons' names weren't original neither were my aliases Coriander Evelyn Beauty Rose but Peridot came the closest to breathing her and brother wizard Jasper died from an inability to care I couldn't write emotion yet still the art eludes me and I struggle creating the minds of characters so boring to interact with my own fabricated males and females maybe horses would be easier to create anthropomorphic equestrian creatures proper ****** distortions and voice affectations unneeded
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
peri (on novel writing)
*Draw hither golden blade , brother to sassafras and veronica Purveyor of delicate , sanguine architects in pastoral visage Of ebony cloth cooling evergreen shadows within -   Rosin incense , spearmint infused morning dew seasoning o'er felled timber escarpments , Summer rain infusions of petit , lavender violet corsage and August whimsy Petrichor , Persimmon Clover bouquets , juvenile , song filled brook-sides , poetic diamond studded sandbars , Chattahoochee Crayfish , Shellcracker , Blue Heron land of Creek and Cherokee fathers Of Towaliga , Bear , Moccasin , Indian streams Emerald swept low country isles , songbird arbors , peridot waterways beside whitewashed shoreline* ...
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
The Piedmont ...
==={♡}=== this morn I saw a feather white fall to concrete. solid.  grey almost as an aftersight the westward wind took it away today i saw two butterflies bright wing'd jewels upon the breeze how could a creature such as i be company to such as these? a tiny bird eclipsed my sight a peridot with eyes of black no branch had she on which to light but was not mindful of the lack my soul doth fly with pain'd wing for suffering my heart doth cry my voice has naught to sing my inmost self is doomed to die upon love's branch i would delight upon love's breast I'd fully lean but 'tis a divine oversight i walk this world alone unseen majestic mountains will arise and move to places God has planned before my heart unknown. despised will find a proper place to land for landing's cause i set my course for hills will part into a wraith i have a will to take by force i will fimd haven in my faith soulsurvivor (C) 2/14/2015
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
love's branch
~~~<♢>~~~ trip the light fantastic! draw blood from a stone make a rainbow palette within your flute of bone trip the light fantastic! there's more to life than hate you can be, and you can see whatever your soul's state trip the light fantastic! pastel pink or day glo green color's more than eyesight there's more that can be seen! trip the light fantastic! fall within its swoon! Pink Floyd discovered prisms on the dark side of the moon! trip the light fantastic! lavender and puce you have to play your poetry c'mon! let's call a truce! chrystophase and peridot emerald and ruby topaz and tourmaline gems of healing truly! black onyx and opal amethyst and amber make yourself some jewelry! make your ever-afters! trip the light fantastic! hold life within a flask wine in purest crystal make yourself STAINED GLASS! SoulSurvivor (C) 7/19/2016
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
*trip the light fantastic!*
When my eyes befall the splendour of the land, the softest touch of grey amongst the peridot grass, timber browns stretch from left to right, the amber touch of daylights beam, the reflective wonder of the flowing stream. Natures chorus and elegant noises, harmonious beauty fill my ears, beauteous avian warble, the sensitive rivers trickle, the beguiling Autumn leafs rustle, the winds subtle whisper, the orchestra is ready, now it begins to play. A beautifully fair day presents itself, and I given just the chance to gaze, hear, and feel the beauty, might just indeed take it, for this is natures Ode to life.
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Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 10:05 AM UTC
Natures Ode to Life.
Her body was youthful And her mind was wild, But she was not free The world did not share her Vision For there was An air of mistrust Too stagnant for her eyes She could only dream She would always dress in red Sleeping next to a cherry tree With its wavering Cherries Just enough But barely for survival And she knew Scrapping cherries until her last breath Won't satisfy From the cherry's vantage point She took a glimpse of all her universe She realized her world was no breath of satisfaction Her eyelids, her only saving grace In a fantastic land A magical gem appeared upon her behind peridot clouds "Fly to me and be my guide I will show you passion I will dress you in diamonds of red" All these years, Her heart was jaded with despair and confusion But now post her dream, A radiance of hope had followed Amazed by the beauty of her dreams Infused with glitters, rainbows and iridescent pearls Her world became clear She did not desire anything else But a liberation Of her heart and her soul A desire of a cleansing, a pure resurrection The magical gem in her dreams became Her hope for air
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
Cherry Tree
We strode on one, both together Beneath clouds soaring white Me and my fair Meriwether Till waned the morn to night And then we would look up at the sky And count the stars, all bright Up in the canvas, painted high The canvas of the night And sweet the breeze would touch her hair As they would like waves whip And I would whisper in her ear And I would kiss her lip And we would count each evening star And look at bright the ship Of maiden moon sailing afar Once I’d kiss soft her lip And then we’d rest beneath the bough Of old a hickory And rest upon the hill’s green brow We’ll rest together we And frolic mid the blossoms, soft And white as ivory And run like clouds that glide aloft In rest, together we And then we’d leave to our home, warm Once we strode mid heather And o’er our heads, came gray a storm A storm of chill weather And blew over the peridot land We walked home, together Stride by stride and hand in hand In love, in heart I And my sweet Meriwether…
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
Meriwether