Your deep blues illume May’s season,
foiled by woodland glades, sunshafted.
Your bright bells demand I listen,
shaded curls unfurl, sigh laughter.
Foiled by woodland glades, sunshafted,
can I keep you, defy reason
shaded curls unfurl, sigh laughter,
farewell waves make teardrops glisten.
Can I keep you, defy reason …
too soon your bloom fades, downdrafted.
Farewell waves make teardrops glisten,
springtime fills, empties soon after.
Too soon your bloom fades, downdrafted
your bright bells demand I listen.
Springtime fills, empties soon after,
my deep blues consume June’s season.
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