Feather rich greens retrace denuded skies
unleashed by the wistfulness inherent
in your eyes; Lady of loquacious speech
with strong voice in all humbleness I try
to recite blind lines I inspired sent
to be my love what matter to the world
for you own my mind, reaffirm my lips,
with my soul off course, nothing will I find.
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