Sheer white cotton velvet dream Still in the silent solar blaze Laser-cut of a sun-sure beam Etching the outline of your days.
Seed adornments - a pendant mace Dries brown to take its winged flight, Soft o'er my head your movements trace, The blessing fields of summer's rite.
A rustle now, the silken breeze In tender motion moves the trees And me to a blue celestial hour, Rapt in heaven's fragrant bower..
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