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It was a tired old day, when at dusk, I descended Past the towering orchids; grassy bucolic dreams- When I saw the nebula of stardust started congealing In the heaven above where my castles I had built. She dwelt amidst the echoing hills, Mirroring the regalia of good old Byzantine reign In her verve I found a temple of love In her wild eyes, a dark cumulus haven. And there I stood for a thousand years it seemed Like a poet entranced by the lily of the valley. Or a drifter whose oars had gone astray A traveller lost somewhere in the meander of infinity. She ran barefoot from her cottage down the dale – Cerise fabrics sprinted over her auburn sun kissed skin It was a shrine of satin terra firma her dainty feet treaded Blessed by the violets and pimpernels in the idyllic deep. She sprinted to her boat and she sprinted in my blood She hovered amid the sequoia like a skylark She fed me her hand-picked persimmons that grew in the wild In the pagoda of antiquity I drank avocado wine.
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