The day is fine.
It hangs by a vine.
It takes breath away.
It's vine dependable.
It's hanging fingers reliable.
To be held liable.
To be held deniable.
To shelter in the field.
It's untried.
It might be tied.
It has yet come, so far.
So, don't ask a shallow.
Shallows of bolders mining.
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