In the hall of clocks and mirrors,
Winds of time bring fragrant whispers,
Of midnights of magic moonlight,
And reflections of past delights!
Of golden days when lost in blooms,
And dancing joy in summer rooms!
A blur of green in woodland scene,
And the purple twilights velveteen.
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White rapids rushing for the falls,
Morgan horses loosed from their stalls,
From fragrant sunsets to nightfalls,
Songbirds answering southern calls.
Precious moments of golden hours,
Butterflies midst cherry flowers,
Rainbow's appearance with colors,
Sun and silver moon encounters,
......
At the pink dawn, birds on a wing,
All nature in the glory of spring,
Autumn campfires under bright stars,
Thrilling summer sounds from guitars!
Hummingbirds in the Tuesday fields,
Whistling harvesters with the yield,
Christmas carolers in deep snow,
Gay cicadas with their rare show!
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To a park of blooms graced with charm,
Dancing butterflies came in swarm,
Whose flight seemed synchronized in grace,
In every hue they waltzed in space!
Then as one graced each waiting bloom,
Fragrant as the twilights of June,
And they paused there for endless hours,
As though waiting for moonflowers.
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Upon my chaise in moonlight breeze,
I hear sweet music from the trees,
Fragrant petals are wafting down,
With milky moonlight to the ground.
The night is replete with beauty,
Elegant trees whisper softly,
News of gently coming midnight,
But I'm lost in silver limelight!
Through many of the busy hours,
And idle days in peach flowers,
Murmurs of tunes with such powers,
When music sounds vividness blurs.
Often one that keeps repeating,
Touching where my heart is beating,
Like beauty at the first meeting,
Or angel's kiss during sleeping.
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At the pink dawn, birds on a wing,
All nature in the glory of spring,
Autumn campfires under bright stars,
Thrilling summer sounds from guitars!
Hummingbirds in the Tuesday fields,
Whistling harvesters with the yield,
Christmas carolers in deep snow,
Gay cicadas with their rare show!
......
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!
......
To a park of blooms graced with charm,
Dancing butterflies came in swarm,
Whose flight seemed synchronized in grace,
In every hue they waltzed in space!
Then as one graced each waiting bloom,
Fragrant as the twilights of June,
And they paused there for endless hours,
As though waiting for moonflowers.
......
White rapids rushing for the falls,
Morgan horses loosed from their stalls,
From fragrant sunsets to nightfalls,
Songbirds answering southern calls.
Precious moments of golden hours,
Butterflies midst cherry flowers,
Rainbow's appearance with colors,
Sun and silver moon encounters,
......