Deliberate whimsy'
a telling not so easily disembarked
from lips sealed light'
yet stark where the meaning lies
tailored inseam
authentically dressed by crisp new exchanges
changes unpleasing to the masses
is surpassed by my nature
its quick but easy to predict
its leaning is recurringly floating
this reign has many petals
that land with a keen tendency towards reverie
spell for me a changing of the two
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The Meadow Rose
PoetryGardens of Plenty, stories unfold, It's a telling for many, from centuries ago... I've gathered some work from moments I've been emboldened to clarity... befuddlement, in many ways, it paints my prose. It continues to keep me on my toes. When...
