Words in the woods

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Frail lashes from heavenly shrine

Slithering my rough peel -

As I tunnel the valley of many hued,

chasing limerence under day’s highlight.

Mellifluous lyrics transverse my ears

tickling its way pleasantly

to bell my spirit’s string -

A wave of warm wind and tiny petals

submerged with the gesture of cuckoo’s carols.

Raining grains, the lifeless dust

granting the harvesting sole, a ferry delight

where sunflowers giggle like the sun shine

and tendrils cloak my arid skin

as I leap to savor the juicy grapevines.

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