Mayhem June

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Little be it or much and hereafter bliss.
Crystal ball, joys and hopes, sorrows.
Break on the strand,
where May now stands.
Green your feet and henceforth, waiting on life.
Falling summer rain, maybe rich sunshine.
After, hear sweet refrain.
Held writ poems, warm and cold,
out upon you.
Fed on dew and may will vanish soon...

◄ Billow of May

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