My Cadence

Hyacinth garden

See those batted eyelids then a kiss blown to flower blossoms.

Then there is the winds turbulence in moments that catches the flow.

Why is the butterfly’s empty shadow so lonesome?

Why do windmill’s sails give poetic echo like music you will never know?

Miracles happen in hearts that love they have a voice.

All your sensuous burning fragrance comes at once.

The moon will cover you; the consequence of your affection is your choice.

Only the purple illuminations between our stars can touch my cadence.

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Good Heavens!, this is a splendid poem, a magnificent, indescribably splendid poem!