The Closeness
From the milky crimson rosy sky
The buds come to make a dream
To my eyes of hearty love to dye
The beloved soul to be closed rim
The rippling heart dances on a bud
Womb to seize the soul of true love
By the scythe moonlit with a squad
In the closest veins to free fine dove
Snowflakes on the white city bridge
With the star-studded southern air
Touches the heart of cathedral miss
To make the pavements of closed fair
Blue icicles on the wildflower to grip
The midnight of the elopement chills
To imbue the wrist with palm in trip
For closing the celestial being in a reel
Shining sun on a mauve cloud shelters
The footprints on the derelict pebbles
To make a canvas of momentum her
Closer to staying fine longest honorable
Nature grows to decorate everything fairly
Our love grows to enjoy the closeness fully
February 19, 2023
Closer to fine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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