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Erewhon round night of mists and dreams; bade herbs
and spice to shade the room. Guerrero born with blush
of morn; don nature with the fairest bloom.

“Oh sweet Guerrero garb with flair;
Let buds of marjoram adorn your hair.
Oh beauteous soul as briar rose;
Worth hundred spears and hundred bows.

Hazel trees spread far and wide;
Beneath thus time’s flowing tide.
Oh sweet Guerrero need not fear;
Have millions longing to revere.”

Erewhon burst with mirth and cheer; upon blessings
for their fairest dame. Envisioned glories half appear;
bade gifts of love andΒ fruitful fame.

Lo! Stars tonight shall be so dear;
To lean and whisper into her ear.

 

 

Photo credits:Β fineartamerica.com

Happy Birthday Magaly ❀️

Posted on Dark Poetry for Cruellest Month

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