Dauntless stand on priceless land,
Sweep-away clad of tomorrow.
Restlessness to endeavor what-so,
Caressed peace in protective fists.
Fraudulent chime on nailed crime,
Gritted-away clinches of furrow.
Swinging curls on hair-flown wind,
Reluctant eyes to leave free fire-flies.
Pest-mate to drive-away solitude,
Rose-thorns n bitter vines in sentry.
When eve sun slit through the sky,
A portray of my Charlotte is read.
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