Her
At the right hand of his palm,
The sun hanging high,
By the window near the garden,
The chipmunk running by,
All alone with the can,
And a splash of her eye,
All away by the water,
And the sun of the smile,
In alone on the land,
While the stars simmer on,
All away for the miles,
With life simmering on,
While the ocean pulses and rages,
To the life drifting by,
To the son of the reaper,
In the window of her eye,
To the life without taker,
All for love glorious,
A beautiful sunrise and rest,
As the love infinitely takes her.
by Ryan Ventriloquist
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