As if suddenly mountains are unwinding sideways -
Solution, supply-well - all reasons you put aside
And appeared to be greater than truth and resided -
Necessary as if you're mine forever, always.
A region with no more words existing - that is you
As jolly childhood approaching closer in the dark
Oilcloth, tag in the yard and crushed cherries, flying sparks,
Ticklish feeling, manna, rice and wrinkled grass, "Guess Who?"
You're sleepy, in love, indisputable like master
Staring that its joyful yet scary like a rumen
How would I now live in this stare of such pure jasper,
Nettle, malachite, atop polytrichum common?
Oh and I'm no good at all at being so direct
Or being sweet-toned to the point so that it scares
And I sneak into your hands - you are surprised I care! -
Fears, plastic, flowers, silliness, alongside insects.
Hi! You smell of river's bank or hedge,
Sublunar, summery and in fresh sedge.
Deadlines, tests, requirements and courses
For one another set mere fools indeed.
But we are four greedy hands that need
To discover them appointed verses.
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sublunar, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: I do not know?