The sweet smell of honeysuckle
dances
and sings through the air
Sometimes we work so hard
to get somewhere
that when we get there
we're in pain
And the sun sets on the cool haze
descending
affluent hills
I sit with the River God a while,
Thanes. He looked handsome
and lonely
Like the river
I capture the sunlight
& feel momentarily renewed.
The bliss comes like these bluebells
In annual hues
the brightest and boldest
transcendental blues.
It's the blues that have
caught me eye this year
Those deep
Intoxicating blues.
I mustn't look at them
too long!
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