To live inside a mason trellis,
bedaubed in bright begonias-
colorful and riveting,
a fairies' true fantasia.
What with shimmer wings to glitz the wind
hanging there, humming fins
swimming in the lucid air
like lovers' struck by cupid.
And that would be just perfect,
as paramour's on a picnic,
nothing ever insipid,
what with our sweets in basket.
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Author:
Noveyre (
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- Published: August 6th, 2017 14:12
- Category: Unclassified
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