A raving stroll of nature and herself,
With eyes collide, try remit uncomfort
When maker’s nearby… times twelve,
When lover is in sight. One laughs?
One cries? One runs? Or?..
She prayed sidewalk to delve and let her in,
Her maker smiled at blush of passion puzzled
A sacrifice took place for mortal sin.
For mortal sin of love, and dulcet sentiments
Were meritedely muzzled.
Raving stroll
© Copyright: Fern, 2004
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