The Crimson Vine

   

Traversing ethers

In shroud of sandalwood mist

Blest on his brow a zephyr kiss

To ease his despair

She nestled in his hair

Lay a mandala palm into his sighing chest

Whispered a confidence whimsy behest

   "Be unswayed in your knowing

     that the crimson vine is growing"

   

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