Wax Wings

No other world like a fortunate day in the Corsican rain
I love her more than a virgin in blue by the sea
Sincerely yours with a lure of demise and the sun in her eyes
I left my heart in the lofty the heat underlies
I longed to be there in the dawning sky

Upon re-falling to the old terrain
Where I was left off my Icarian wave
A breathing cadence heard to always rhyme
Reliving moments seen through all meant time

Slow vernal thaw from a modest penumbra and yet to succumb
I'd take a fall if I followed too low or too high
Fall to arrive, now I covet to stay, I've a feeling today
And why not tend to the business at hand anyway?

I love the gray realm of the stony air
I love to feel the shading frock she wears
And if it heals my time is always there
A vague oasis of a distant stare

Aah, so far in the garden

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