OH! Such fair weather and what storm-burst hearts!
When caressing heat-touch’d brilliant morning’s sun each light drench-steep’d
warring showers within the beautiful sorrows!

On a blue sky mourning my bruised heart singing
songs-blue jay melodies in meadows kissing me.

To gather the wood as we build a new nest
for our eggs and young birds.
Sweet arranged new sun and sonnet new form day.
All for love and hearts.
:: 1019.2021 ::

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