The jester plays beneath my feet
Shaking bells of summer yet spring I meet
The magnolia’s whisper fills the air
A single petal doth she share
Endless blues painted upon the skies
As I gaze into my lover’s eyes
Baron trees awaiting bloom
Delicate joys greeting noon
Saying thou to me “your winter’s gone
Come sway with me, drop the coat you don”
“Oh heart of mine, I’ll take you home
While you drift and gaze my lovely, Joan”
I sit upon my emerald throne
Libations quest to points unknown
4-05, poetry folder
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