"Silver Dew From Water’s Edge"....
The
brisk lit leaves reflect rays of burning fireflies
Through
the waxy leaves of Octobers morn.
The
sun soon rising, lifts its face to present its
Meddling
grace. The shadows, hidden corners of
Tree
flesh, the ducks, waddling joyous
Strides.
Down to lakebeds. Where I once laid.
Engulfing
ambers, burn my neck as
Lonesome
trees sway to my melancholy atmosphere.
The
drapes of water lilies lying in vertebrae twines.
The
scent of lemon and musk surround my senses.
Silence,
never so stunning.
The
silver draped in lengthy dew, crystal
Shone
in waters eye.
Silken
threads entwine my fingertips
Edge,
as these fibers, drown in teardrops
Of
lily green.
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