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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required '''''''''''''""""~~~""""""""""""""" as daylight flows on floors of meadows’ weave like tiny fingers silent in silk of sailing traces this landscape travels on her fragile, hushed heave and when full morn speaks in syllables of pink laces, i climb her flights of smiles to touch those tender graces just a glance of champagne cheeks through her secret seat makes hours sink in seconds breathing psalms of time’s aces then i’d go deep for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet as i hide snuffed sighs claiming eyes that await my reply of a love as pure dawn giving wings to flowers’ poised paces, the treasures in my chest are not tiaras or diamonds sold high this, my rimless devotion will plant years gold with praises your comfort in blaze of thunder, i’ll gladly give raw braces a lifetime of caress to guide our lanes pastoral and wild we’d greet, savoring flute, butterflies and giggling shells on winds’ embraces then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet have i grown weeds in yarns of time, answer not yet said? a flick of hope blows on this my airborne soul for returned praises oh, my waters entice me as potpourri of my lady’s rhymes are fed, when she stalls, then crawls on wanderings of night’s mazes her quiet flush textured with pleas of patience on moon’s faces, this silence has many altars adorned by veils of her sun and sleet still, i stay with serenades to dust her feathers too shy for chases then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet the absence of her eloquence jail me in chapels’ clumped vases till she, lady of my velvet dreams, lit my passion’s fond heat our hands shall wander unto rhapsody of faraway places then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet! """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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