Everlasting Daffodil
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Beauty cries upon my eyes of joyous shouts in song arise
her tender flesh so pure, untouched
in delicate grass sway gentle breeze
if not to waste this precious moment
I grasp in beauty this gift of gold
for only you I pluck a promise and graciously forge onward home
in love I place this virgin silk
where eyes can dream and beauty gather
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March, 1, 2012
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2012
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