A painted pen
seeks out the wren
when foremost jelly jangles reach libourne
an open traipse
thru eloquent grapes
master of design
caught in cycles of deliverance
together we chime
again we seek that silent moan
of nonchalent ecstasy
float my pretty tulip
through the realms
where every woman
is a goddess Athrone
and man basks in nature's
tender ooze...
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An experiment with words.
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