I Have Gone Blossoming

Neither fountain nor fragrance of strawberries nor crimson
nor silvery but cashmere
Some enrich but I promise your fused quartz like silence
amid sand-colored,
water and deep brown tigers
like clusters divulging among
farms.
I’d do it for the foam in which you enchant?
For the corals of deep brown aroma you’ve relaxed
return to the homeland of the candles.

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