To Yearn
Long, how the warm winds blow
Entwined in rich almond tusks
Goodness sets her gaze
Nuzzled amongst the cherry blossom
And early morning's blaze
Known, a free flown falcon
Rising without the clouds
Abreast to the horizon's
Daring red feathered chest
Yearn and I shall yearn
Melt, for fierce passions burn
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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