Whirling, twirling lovers fly
Falling through the tree tops high.
Taking hold with all their might
Swirling love, alive in flight.
Floating down upon the breeze
Spinning round like maple seeds.
Holding tight, not letting go
Nearly touching down below,
Pulling free, then giving chase
Longing for another taste.
Calling out their sweethearts tune
Hoping for another boon.
Pairing up, one more time,
Sipping nectar so divine!
For: Good Enough Contest
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