The ticking of glazed drops on the lake,
From the swaying greeny leaves by the glades,
With the calls of doves with love in their wake.
The blooming Amarantine that never fades.
As the gold and the silver of sunshine,
Falls on pulsing hearts that never choose to cease,
Like the dangling sparkling drops of fresh wine,
Amidst the applause of leaves and crashing seas.
Soul stirring solo of queen fairies unseen,
With the graceful dance of pink butterflies,
Over ripples and diamonds, bright and clean,
Whispering solemn low sounds of life-long ties.
Then, on to sunflowers of bright yellow,
To pick sweet nectars and aid life carry on.
Underneath their Cupid with rainbow hallo,
Staring on eden at the break of dawn.
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Vittorio_Topaz
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THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
