The footsteps of peace are of intricate
time and shape as each inimitable
piece of mosaic flashed onto fountains
around which will be made an Iris
of Hew Drops that waltz on water,
by countless combinations ever-twirled
from modest offshoot to crescendo-surged
rhizome cluster verse. Condensed via Grace
and by added declensions, a rhythm
that Busts: red red Rover, send Sappho Right
Over. Green Bower of passion to birth
roots takes compassion, consensual love,
indeed a poem like this is just one thing
to live in the presence mine muse-elves.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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