Dream me those sweet summer storms
His gown of blue moon mist whispers
A gorgeous elaborate lake show
All beneath his symphony
The drunk wind leading
Yet farther still
It rusts in silence and muffled noise
Bitter honey eyes recall his dance
Watch and waiting
A ripple of farewells
The beams of trees trees lie
Dance, yet moving still
That honey light returns to shadows
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PoetryThis is some silly and random poems/stories which I create:)