There was sunshine,
There was daze,
as I carted down the pebbled plain,
pain was an inmate,
freedom had been veiled,
as I saw her layered onto the high.
She bloomed into tresses of hue,
Hue of the onset of a smear,
a sprinkle of wilderness of the dawn,
a hoot of the pivotal,
a trickle of the splatter,
and a thousand other, splayed on her bosom.
She was looming into the yonder,
as he arched down his gaze,
specks of the hollow, swooned onto her,
and little of the morrow was seen.
While she meditated
upon the glassy silhouette
I sat there enthralled,
with hues of love
onto my cheek.
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