Thy eyes,I remember,that met of mine,
Frozen seconds,minutes and so hours fine,
Fiendish to crawl;I must’ve thought,
Alike dead plant,with stuffed mud in pot,
Despite torpid,I tried,simper you,
Was next,assuring illusion,its arriving you.
If arrived my zone,you,hurled sweet zephyr,
Felt by my body,followed,my soul within.
Now thumping heart,then thymus paused.
Azalea reborn,resembled,oblation if reversed,
Thee moving fingers,painted out zither art,
Ensued;brain,now back,in the rein of heart.
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