Pursuing Soft

The leaves are long and large, yet light,
The trees up-tower to titantic height;
The sun sends streamers shining through,
And I am darkness, bright are you.

The moss is soft, your mouth soft, too,
And soft our hands that soft pursue;
Our bodies bare, bare spirits free,
And love is long that loves to be.

The song-birds sing, a singing choir
That echoes sense of our desire.
The leaves are long and large, yet light,
The trees up-tower to titantic height!

The moss is soft, and you’re soft, too,
As soft, near sleep, we soft pursue.

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