Pink MOttled Clouds Softly Draped over Earth.
Anoint the Surrounding Buildings and Light
As an Evermore Quality Arose
It Succumbed to its Never Returned Might.
To Breathe with the Life of the LIVING ROSE
Harvest of the Dawn with the Afternoon
A Basket is Woven of a Parchment
Light Addressed Hope in an Envelope.
Beauty arranges its Force or Power.
A Golden WindChime as this is a Verse.
Aged in its own VIntage a Future There.
Where Poetry Once and Always Honor
Alive IN AND Of ITself a FLower
The Song of its Petals Harmonious
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