It is a ripened cherry
Cherished the dimming rays
A stream winds on its surface
Where shines the uncertainty
A road by a cliff
A cliff in the wind
Lie quietly the shadows
Confiscating the anguished
It’s just a tin song
Rattling the blinking stars
All but the vintage smiles
Amplifying the darn old Greek chant
Rippling over the Ionian Sea
The vast velvet grace
Forever Almighty the chrisom abundance
Orchestrates the ancient triumph tunes
Dropped along at its time
Stummed in the silence
Same mellow sour taste
With the wicked sweet charms
Hush the bush
Gush the lush
Push the rush
Flush the splash
Float like a dream
Rocked by the moon
A high mountain mill
A giant wind wheel
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Everything is to be washed away
But a cherry-red poem
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