Walk and talk like parrots among us Castles stand on salted pillars Oaken boats wash up the sand Berries sweet and berries tart Paint the grass with works of art White words float lightly above Shaping themselves into a dove White streaks north to winters cold Admires starlight gold and bold Paws of ice and eyes of night Hold the balance of dark and light Opposites attract and connect Similarities repel and isolate Sharpened points turn back the clock To an oaken boat upon the dock The boat bobs right, the boat shifts left Stirring poems churning bright Apple tree in graveyard black Full of life in a sea of dismal gray Bearing fruit of blood and youth Wither not for if they do Time will stop and sword strikes true Bones were ground beneath the soil By creatures forced to wallow and toil Trifle not with order or You may be thrown to Earth’s red core 22
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