Shuttle
In beauty bound
By his downy heart
A pinion to love
Or else
How is the measure
Noted
So sweet
So sweet
So deep
So deep...
Icarus not
Coniferous flame
You’re,
Neither complacent
or adjacent to any
counterfeit light in lime,
Time rider
Sky slider
And right in the middle of center.
You’re
Of gold
And warm crimson
Spotted wax melt
And
Blushing fawn
Wax winged
Winsome
Song Bird
Be True.
Be True.

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