Thoughts, inclined at their island dreams
Float as blossoms, native-viewed.
Cloudlets, virtual! For see, love waits
To tender grasp what's previewed.
Thoughts warm borne along of what is
Perfumed in the desirous.
Foreshadowing, and in excess
Honied times precipitous.
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