They're at one with Nature
And the moment.
Containing no longer
Urges, as wild
Of chains, intolerant;
Lose them, beguiled.
A frisky flurry of
Frenzied delights!
Spotted in these packs of
A chasing, roared.
Gull-shadowed, shore-whirling
Hand in hand, soared.
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