Clock's hands are fragile
Oh my!
On the blossoms
Of the apple tree
You, butterfly
Keep sipping
The nectar
of the honey
As long as you desire
No police inspector
No dissenting voices
Curbing your choice
Just the flowers
Offering
Dense brown syrup
With the wind's sway
Stirring the DNA
Blurring the universe
Spectrum of blank verse
Regardless of the purse
No stress
Just embrace, press
and caress
In excess too
Nile in overly blue
Don't digress
Even for a moment
Yesterday, today
and tomorrow
All illuminated
On your wings
No strings
Agile in style
The clock's hands
Are fragile
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