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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
https://youtu.be/tsYiqOJBy1w
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
https://youtu.be/tsYiqOJBy1w
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