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Sky To Valley

I picked prose from the bottom of the buttercup  
lit fires by the dragonfly  
held in my hand touches of wanton  
and here many times pledged of my promise  
   
these accounts are dipped in chocolate baked with chili's and spice that You'll only find in    
the concoction that love is  
   
were i the perfect man    
were my eyes no longer old  
were my clothes not filled with smoke  
then my wizards cloak and robe    
would serve  
to wrap, envelop, hold, but instead  
   
lapse in the field of the spiritually empty  
   
yet a rise from ashes came quick
by way of the Phoenix    
blessed by presence    
gifts thought lost  
culled by ages  
   
and it is here i stand    
looking out    
knowing  
what i've prayed  
for  
worthy  
   
it is i under eye  
who sets    
propped before judgement  
a strut for desire  
   
while by iris    
the colors of landscape  
couldn't paint    
finer grass    
than fields of love  
under pink sky and blue valleys
 
   
 
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Written by souladareatease
Published | Edited 1st Jan 2017
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