In distilled summer nights
I met a foreign ruin ambit at your gates
Fields of indigo, a loam of mortal flesh-tide
A windproof world of gushing gales to trace a face
A message of winter twinge beside regret
A lovers swoon unborn, delicate pretender
Masks a cherry tide with blind charm
Dark clouds a hinted strawberry diluvial guard
Sit in the open blinding-
Skew fervently in the copious harmonious mild
A shattered dream, a naked sunlight, a rustic gold
Earth her rest, and in her point, mercyless Tanger in a desert's grip
This buttercup rain to be held crease-less in ardent palm
A language Ur disregard
Golden luminous points, befell our azure nighttime
Before love entrenched an echoed meekness among stones
Lookout through the sandy transparency
The winds are but hollow, beautiful collaborators in such seamless colorless flow
That's a really nice poem. That really quite lovely. The picture really suits it as well. Well done!
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Beautiful shot. I was just commenting on another post about how there are these really beautiful purple flowers in the ditch near where I live. The road is much too busy to stop and take a photograph though.