From whence came this tide, stilling sullen strife?
Refreshing rivers drinking, the stillness of the sea
Succor me not, Charlatan moon, with brightness’ parody.
Colors running riot—mauve, pink, and scarlet— weeping blue skies!
Spring-born blossoms, flaunting bounteous beauty; brothers to melancholy;
Nectar-laden kisses, evading fair maidens, await truant bumblebees.
Merrily winged angels, flirting with danger—setting hearts afire!
Wild winds & weather, nostalgic lovers, recanting bitter tales.
Bright runs the darkness, spreading false cheer, nascent poetic ether!
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