My heart was lifted by blossom through emerging leaves,
And over barbed bough.
Aphids drop their overflowing indulgences,
From the limes that line the avenue.
Sun is sparkling on the waves.
Some haze floats the chunk of an islet,
Above yonder horizon.
A dulcimer chimes on some ancient shore,
A family builds a house home.
Fishermen battle squall,
Rolling hills to chalk headland fall.
On heathen hills in winters gale.
Wan features stark, against the mauve.
Sky infects the feeling.
I will gla** every one of you pricks in this bar.
It may not be the promise I intended.