Shut the blinds with moderation.
Or else wind up in condemnation.
Of every present and hope that’s false.
Therefore shadows thy repulse.
Exit the wind, as dust flows in the air,
Blinding the whim, Of virtues so fair.
Bring back to me the light of the sun,
As dusk hides the sky, and night time is done.
I rest to repeat, the end of the day.
As patterns and wings soulfully fray.
To fly as the earth travels in time.
My love art so pretty, my love you are mine.
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A poem of love veiled in metaphor of the thickest weave, no lace here. Very nicely done
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