Dream, you rose red smear of blowing music.
Meet him, girl. Recall not the need of rain.
Heave not bitterly as your deaths are one
Blue forest skin with smooth breast and less bed
Never trudging to ache were his pink light
But a mad dream grown petal armed lazy.
Feel him preach song to breathe true life between
You sunning comfort every kiss he dare.
Give happy to this simple bluebird wine
Beneath barefoot love alive bringing rain.
Fall then deep and secret with this moist dusk
Of lake moss climbing from verdant love rock.
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