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 |    A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
| I'll even sing you a poem, whichever of the many I wrote We could cool beneath the maple’s limbs, if you'll tell me why you chose him I'll sing you about my dream tonight about one whom I'd wish to right You can continue view love as granted, or still here near a magic root planted Summer can inspire passion's reflection, just as butterflies’ wayward deflection How pretty we sit here, thirsting trust of what could bloom above, offered to us I'll play best with harmonic strings truth, whichever verse chosen that compels you We could each sing a chorus meek, long after yon sun dips and light streaks from dusk twilight to night in variations You could hold in these words’ vibrations, echoing my love so true 'til morning dew, thank that you at least stayed the night, imbued Autumn arrival will come soon enough, fade where lyrics can still foster two in leaf parade Inevitable frost will overwhelm your land, my words keeping you warm as long as can, and I'll sing you this poem, too I'll take any requests, if you only knew... Could you have loved me as much, how to know? My dreams true, longer than one season into snow I'll even write odes to you long after, might I whisper your beauty in this black sight One last tender touch on that fleet wing, remind these words nothing to what you bring I'll sing all nothingness to you, my vocation, if you’d desire, in this idle adoration. 9.15.20 34 lines Edited to rhyming couplet completion, 10.28-30.24 rhyme and tense and pronouns and direct actions tighter, more knowable. |
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