Like a freshly fallen fruit on the forest floor you are shining, and clean, and new.
Your skin still soft and unblemished as you land in the gentle hands of a thousand blades of grass.
You roll and roll and see such sights among a golden sea of dandelions and wonder at the marvels that surround you. A soft rain hastens you along your way, cold and refreshing like shade on a summer day.
Then the rain slows and you along with it, until you’ve stopped completely.
Days and nights pass like lightning in a storm as you wait and wait and wait and wait for something more to come.
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mountain breeze wafting
masses of colorful blooms
incessant motion
on the lapis sea
the wind's at last in my sails
sunshine caresses
wind's in the orchard
animating still life fruit
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Barefoot in luxuriant grass, luscious, pearl moonlight falling down,
In the golden season of sensual thrills, in the hours without sound,
Underneath the tempting tangerine tree, eating of its fragrant fruit,
With the stars dancing to tomorrow, by enigmatic, invisible routes.
Barefoot in peaceful dreamland, caressed softly by romantic moon,
When the ebony world lies in waiting, for the yellow canary's tune,
Barefoot in tangy tangerines, in the warm, soft, wandering breezes,
In the darkest hours of sleepless night, when it seems time ceases.
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mango
sun kissed blessed fell
tough smooth skin blade slashed, dripping ~
rip hair juicy sweet
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Purple plums were on the table,
With darkest grapes colored sable,
A vase of roses near the door,
Wafting fragrancy like before.
The dawn sun glowed at the windows,
A dreaming world on soft pillows,
The premature clock chimed the hour,
Like fondest hopes before they sour!
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mango
sun kissed blessed fell
tough smooth skin blade slashed, dripping ~
rip hair juicy sweet
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in navy blue dusk
mulberry brushes green grass ~
a scene that's starlit
An even thicker rind of bitter pith,
Estranged from the serenity that lies outside its comprehension.
For what resides within is a supple flesh dissonant to its confines,
Exuding a sweet nectar that remains clothed in the abstract.
But the bitter fruit thrives in its circumstances.
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plump red strawberries
the kind we knew last red dusk
when time inched by brusque
garnet stars flash on
scarlet leaves and cardinals
mars phenomenal
crimson dragonflies
when fruitful days are going
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In the orchard's warm embrace,
sunlight drips like honey,
peaches, blushing,
their skin soft as a lover's touch,
each one a promise of summer.
Fingers brush against velvet,
pluck the ripest,
juice runs like laughter,
filling the spaces between moments,
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