Webs of you


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Entangled in your charms
all blends of me is red
like the heaps of love mythology
and it’s all glee.

If I would take a blame wheels
of a wooden heart on leap
that irony of me gripped by your beauty
will bear the gaiety.

Let sparrows sing on tree tops
and tortoise take a perch around isles
in your webs all are whole
and behold love lines of your enchantment.

The Village Thinker © 2014

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