(A MID SUMMERS FLIGHT OF FANCY)
THE SOUND IN SURROUND...
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Thou lounging chocolate in a warriors weary mind.
On a road waylaid have I found thee thus lain horizontally.
Thine sexuality permeating into the darkness of mine tortured individuality.
I man emerging from the thermonuclear winter of mine personality.
Ashes floating in the dawning sun.
To thee these strokes of these fingertips would I dedicate... They waiting for someone future to read.
Wayward the travel's we have seen.
The rise and fall of great empires.
The death of dreams and the birth of hope.
Thou whom I would call queen.
So scared of one who would grant thy serenity... One who would hold thy as gently as silken lace.
A beautiful sigh as breath expelled becomes song.
Rewind.
Song becomes expelled breath.
Catch that... A kiss from poets hand, a blow of the warriors sword.
Gently the leaves wave
Summer finds man all alone
Leaves spiral to ground.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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