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Storm grey skies hover above
With strands of white-haired lightning.
Teardrops from heaven fall to earth.
The grass is emerald–
Sweet green, new birth.

Take pleasure in the nectar of life,
This canvas painting before your eyes.
Taste water, cold and clean,
The flavor of king’s mead–
Shattered reality, lover’s ravine.

Bare feet dash through grass
With few worries to hinder.
Cloaks of wind to cover.
My lips upon your skin–
Only you, no other.