Oh green like beauty damsel braid, thou sight On warmth Zephyr, madman of dance thou art The laughing stars more bright than beloved of breast And curvy roots of thou her finger soft The ache of heart attain the endless ease Stepping the limitless joy and poure'st the glee Thou isness master waken Shimmer soul I want to be I want to be as thou art thee How Shimmer light in silver pale of rays Thou pomegranates child beloved breast gleam If box of flesh hath other day to rise Like thou art be would like to be #yqbaba#aestheticthought#iambicpentameter#poetry
