The buzz of whipping cutters hum along
the foreign boys and ladies' language song
In sunny shadow sitting sallow I
reflect upon an earlier summer's sky:
When fairy whispers freckled up with dew
parted my squeezing eyelashes in two,
the wet and frosty morning fret with gold
delivered me to rivers' current bulge.
When high over the hues of purple lay
I humming silently about the day
imagine love affairs with fairy nymphs
while staring down upon the cliffed rims
When walking through thick heated humid breath
the skies alight in frolick Godly mess,
and fearing pleasure, full of food and life
I tore down heated waterfalls at night.
Now sitting waiting to enjoy a stroll
I wonder back beyond, and smile full.
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