Kieran Sam

My love, come and embrace;
And we, like little fawns, dance
In this valley for one last time.
What else do we have
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Fever and fancy conjured
A child's image
Into my noon dream.
Lisping in words of the moon and stars,
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A lady in pink
chatting me up for a while,
Sparkling red wine in her glass,
all rapturous
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Slopes blending gracefully with maturing Sun
That embalmed in crimson,
Is paired off with a rainbow in the sky.
And with heavens would vie,
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Yet another last ray of hope,
Abandoned somewhere long past;
Sure of nothing to change till our last breath.
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The song sparrow comes again,
In the woodland garden after rain.
Warmth of the land's breath rises high,
As she alights on a willow nearby.
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These colors the rainbow does vie;
So radiant, this blue face, the moon does envy.
Silver clouds adorn this Spring,
Nature sings to her lyre with many a string.
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Today, in this bleak twilight
I fall down into despair
Dark clouds shadowed
Over my dim lit valley.
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Exotic sea of oysters
Soak the littoral bed of nature,
Sparkling gentle waves here
Wake the lone crystalline shore,
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Here, sapped in strength,
With a song never penned,
To thy bosom, now I fade;
Lines, all lost of warmth.
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Wobbling over the wayside chapel,
Spreading wings above the cross,
An eagle alights on its cone.
In the eve's soft beaconing rays,
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Born to the rhythm, brought alive,
Dance to the tune, wide awake;
The rill, the shrill, and the thrill—
Oh! This is what it means to live.
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Many of life's sorrows
melt softly in time;

As in the country chapel, a choir was made
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