Leave the windfalls
For the birds
The ripened loves
So tonic
Though tonic
Are the loves
They might be
A chronic
Birds have a gleam
In their songs
A badge of hope
Supersonic
Though Thoughtlessness
Thoughtfulness
Leaving the yields,
An ironic
Be the sun
Ripen the fruits
Keep your love
Platonic
2010/7/29
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