Loom those loves
To be lost in lingers
Within the warmth
Of a blanket
To away in the memories
Of a misty matter!
As shy as the silver says
Of a misty rising day,
To glance the glittering
Shades of shiny green
Through the dropping eyes
Loom those lens
To be lost in lingers
Within the warmth
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