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Lark
When night blooms with purple petals,
we’ll gather moonbeams by the pool.
Paper flowers robed in lyrics
beneath the halo of astral jewels.
A lark hovers over lakeshore,
where dreams are sewn with golden spools.
A lark glides in the echoes
of dancing wastrels and singing fools.
When dawn blossoms with cool zephyrs,
we’ll melt into the quilted blue.
Paper birds enfold the poems
being read from me to you.
A lark wavers over pastures,
as we wander ivied avenues.
A lark slides in the current
of rippled air and morning dew.
#poetry #writco #WritcoQuote
we’ll gather moonbeams by the pool.
Paper flowers robed in lyrics
beneath the halo of astral jewels.
A lark hovers over lakeshore,
where dreams are sewn with golden spools.
A lark glides in the echoes
of dancing wastrels and singing fools.
When dawn blossoms with cool zephyrs,
we’ll melt into the quilted blue.
Paper birds enfold the poems
being read from me to you.
A lark wavers over pastures,
as we wander ivied avenues.
A lark slides in the current
of rippled air and morning dew.
#poetry #writco #WritcoQuote
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