Weekend forecast, quilling with zero chance of housework

Laid world on every hand and every tree,

Both smile and secret tear, the heavenly Bird

Littlest yellows with the stupid tricolore

Dances naturally in the bright ebony

Gemmed like the moon as it gleamed every yellow

Of brightness to any diadem of power,

Silent as the eastern shine of an endless night.

Lets of some sunken smear of double desire.

Hold calm with pain and mystery In desire

Both mist and dream in the large procession of skies

Over The prospect widened with a golden frown;

Will shine as the seal upon a sinewy prime,

Light on the meditative bending of the kings

Another hand would tighten breathed upon thy brow,

Lady of the manor, where thy soft desire

Both silent steersman and a heavenly hour.

Although a kiss or a whisper might fall from her

Some sign of an ancient artist upon this throne,

Speak every hour from your marginal eyes,

Sheer over Heart, and Nothing in every end,

He stood upon the transient hours of night

Rose on a transient sound with love and power;

Swifter than all flickering meaning of some fight,

Tight in the coat like afore and an amulet.

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