Brisk wind in the rocks
Whistle like thorns of impatience
I await your summer flowers
You are water and magic
You are the womb of blue sky
Without you I am the chill of night
I yearn for your mysterious warm fire?
Time seems to warble like songbirds
Boughs of dreams inundate my streams
I cannot hold the rivers secrets
Songs of beauty echo in the forest
Seasons of the seas dappled kisses
Kisses from your sublime moonlight
Kisses as pure as the starlit garden
I shall never take your kiss for granted!
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