Admired tree top adornment enthroned
Assured her grace finds glorious attachment
Nestles plentiful supply of progesterone
Long leapt pirouette enabled summit stature
Twirl of circle skirt adrift with air current
Spun unphased in mist powder snow confetti
Displays liberation, feminine masterment
Ceases to be bludgeoned, poor past indebted
Ever near sentinel halo lambent levitating
Reminds Her Highness maintain intrinsic value
Vision fruition, Eden orchard deliberating
Plum jam rich provisions pickled sweet are due
Christmas brings riches, family fondness
Uplifted spirits hear chime of carolled optimism
December cures long calendar arduous
Decorated angel heralded is spectacularly risen
12th December
- Improve -
Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops
None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift
She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding
Glass convails images of the inconceivable
Throwing away the Sun in blackened sickness
No guilt, no shame,
Unfeeling the inevitable eternal despisement
Swarms choking the insides with a blanket
They whisper in your ear "I love you"
They grant you no delegable antidote
Pig-wrapped in a wasteful pursuit of carnal futility
Living out the rest of days hollow
Old and carolled she slips on the filth of plastic suit
No, she won't live that long
(Originally Written 3/20/2019)
Alas alas the time has passed
The world she knew was gone
She wandered here, she wandered there
For she knew of no one
Why could she not remember how she came into this world?
A ma? A pa? A brother dear?
Her voice she must make heard
So on and on she carolled from one stranger to the next
And as she went, her mind she bent and became so perplexed
None would stop to answer her, no, not one soul
Of who, and what, and why she was now stranded in this world
Do you know me?
Do you know me?
She watched as strangers passed
Do you know me?
Do you know me?
She stood in front a glass
Do you know me?
Do you know….
She stopped dead in her tracks
For what she saw, or couldn’t see
No one was looking back
O! THE NAME SEASON!
OSCILLATING MY HEART!
GLARING MY EYES!
TINY BUDS PEEPED SLIGHTLY WITH THEIR ODOUR IN THE SPRING SEASON.
TREES SCATTERED TEARS OF LEAVES IN THE AUTUMN SEASON.
BIRDS CAROLLED THEIR GLITTERING GAZALS THEREIN MOONY SEASON.
THE DEWS FLING THEIR KISSES ON THE GRASS IN THE WINTER SEASON.
PEARLY EGGS SPLITED CALMLY THEIR NESTS IN THE SUMMER SEASON.
MOTHS HAVE WREATHED SINGING THEIR OPERAS IN THE BRIDAL SEASON.
CRICKETS WELCOMED WITH THEIR RINGING BELLS AFTER IN THE RAINY
SEASON.
YOUR PLATONIC BLOOD PAINTED MY HEART, BRINGS THE SEASON OF
LOVE!!!
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