And a gentle swirling Whirlpool,
of sanguinous iridescence,
Of Calypsos and Champs-de-elysees,
Images,and wondering Laughter..
The semi-dry aroma of Lilacs
And Yeast,Of Elderflower
Drooping on a hot summer evening,
With vapour and Honeydew,
On the Wet wings of a Buzzard's blue drones...
I'd be gentle with her-Passionate,More like;
I'll take in the flavour,the warmth and
the Might,
And she's brew me a
Reverie,or maybe consciousness....
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