Wild Flower
Prefering seas to fame
or same
In flame of darkness fired
Mired not in mud but flood
Enfused to birthing Nature's tug
Of moon blood duty
Beauty firm in eye,
Could she in time
Or even rolls reversing
Ever mime wisely nursing
Pagan cures of curves and learning
Firm in flesh unswerving
Tall and elegant prime?
Aye.
Escape
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