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SECURE
Shield me fold upon fold
Tight as a bud, secure in
The prime of moon's swooning

Let the freshness of morning,
Jewel me dewdrops, to awaken
My desire, for cloud filled skies;

Oh harness the songs of birds
Twittering for another dawn
Of dreams that poets may pen

To say nay, to look away,
Surely you jest, for i wither,
I wilt, without morning light
SECURE © gillena cox 2016


Written for
Prompt Nights – Sûrement vous plaisantez – Surely you jest [10]