were lost,
smitten for good
cheated from playing the
field for nought or ever for oft
a deal
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were lost,
smitten for good
cheated from playing the
field for nought or ever for oft
a deal
ooops! ya beat me!
the reeds
they gently sway
the frog peeks through and laughs
the fireflies tell where he is though
you're it!
purring,
so alluring,
must you be demurring,
if so, I will be deferring,
surly
now what do I do....!? I don't have three in me right now.
A deal
to make one squeal,
free gas for a whole year,
all you have to do is drive here,
go south
You're it!
So come find me,
but you'll have to climb high,
to the top of the tallest tree,
catch me
catch me
in pearlescent
shadows of spring's glory
swing me beneath tall oaken boughs
softly
softly
the wind whispered
something in rose's ears
all the garden began to swing
with joy!
with joy
and hand in hand
skipping gaily to the school
they grow up so fast, and we must
let go
let go
he's just a kid
what if he whacked you on
your shoulder under impulse of
touching
touching
is an art form
conveying tenderness.
fingers the brushes and skin the
canvas.
canvas,
such emptiness
and now the colors dance
imagination is painted
wonder.
I love yours, ampoule-adorable. And apparently you did have three in you, firefangled-brilliantly done-you have set the bar. All of these on this page are so good I think they could be anthologized or published or something!
wonder
at the unmixed
emotion and at the
unexpected regard in your
child's eyes
child's eyes
gaze with wonder
at this world we take for
granted. an innocence we must
protect.
protect
your eyes form the
glare of burning rays of
sun by wearing cool glasses of
moon light!