Now play Your Flute, as it is time, Morn mine...

Now play You
Flute upon me,
Now it is as the times
Now play You
On palms me,
your dews,
Now that it is the times
To only be blessed by your silvery chimes,
Now play You
As this morn like an open wide
Plays a songy breeze cool pre autumnal,
Onto soul borne uninhabited, like a perfect Fall,
Now play You,
Tunes yours like a bliss,
As plays on me eyelids
Your colored feeds...
Your Love,
Your Happy, a Seed.


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