Dusk Thy Shades Dye
Dust thy, wondering eye lashes,
Amidst dye, wandering shadows.
Brush stroke, thee heart lit shades,
Pastel felt, stoking light, heartfelt flashes.
Gust thy, mind frames, adrift nature stages,
Amid dye, wind’s aim, churning alight pages.
Sunshades, dew moist tears, amid Poet terse,
Sunlight fingers, sensory lines, vivid amidst verses.
Just thy swords, as words justified, penetrating souls,
Adjust dye, quill breathe, to feather one’s depth whole.
Nightingale, do tweet thee rich, dye melodious songfest,
Nightlife, do awake robust, to then hoot –
Thee owl’s night song.
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Ron
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Jane