Nature manA Poem by Shazbatt969Remember sweet poetry of fields filled with scent the butterfly blues is license well spent snifters of roses plucking at prose for a taste of the Summer and the dance of the moon nature's the party where word sculptures flow the host with the most in the beauty of sense where senses are wired to the bright incandence sing to the mother of womb and of world laugh in the grass and the stars and the snow remember sweet poetry is all that we know
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