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Wedding season
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NOT THE NYMPH!
And if he should say no,
And you standing there,
Feathered flame of mist
Or a firefly or something sweet as I
And abandon your cross-eye kisses
Though modestly dressed
Altar of cloth so soft, yea
Caressed with supple, fragrant feet
Yes.. it's wedding season.
Time to survive.. to cry even,
Cheers and chug to tease
Unrestricted whilst we nourish thee
Like doves the streets of NYC
Wonderful
Wonderful imagery of soft fabrics, and a bride left at the altar the cross eyed kiss. I've been watching 19th-century dramas on TV and I picture her in an empire dress not receiving the kiss that she was anticipating lovely.
then with the juxtaposition of New York City brings us back to the Contemporary very nice
debbie
A brooding, wistful beauty
A brooding, wistful beauty hums throughout this remarkable work. Visually captivating as always.