Inspired

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And I would have thought myself inspired,

For the beauty in the dancing leaves,

Flora’s rose perfume staining the clear air,

And the song of the birds, chorus on high,

In such a tongue I never understood,

And yet I lapse and wane in shadow,

My only thoughts of juniper kisses,

Abstinence ne’er showed me shades of mercy,

There is no grace in the falling leaves,

I too fall, from vines of apathy.

  Photo by Me. 

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