Rainfall rollicking a game, slewing from the cloudy baskets;
Winds weaving tickles and driblets donning, chiming anklets.
Rocking the leaves, the new-sprung freshness in the cradle;
En-kindled are unvoiced feelings, chancing a way to dabble.
Stars shimmying in delight, bedecked and arrayed up above;
Intones of ecstasy, spieling richly and scorned ail, sitting low.
Scrooching she, the Night sky, tacitly across the quieted lake;
Underneath the witching moonlight, along the all unawake.
Lake, rearing to imbibe from the luscious lips of the night sky;
Crimsoning she, in the velvety veil, meeting her lover’s eye.
Swooning are the moments, steeping in novel lilacs and lilies;
And hallowing amply, is the orphic love’s aeonian embrace.
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