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in the aftermath of the
shaking came the sparkling
jewel-beetle making the june-
bug sky burn bright, boring
the wood of the night and
fervent heat of a lover’s
heart blazed crystaline
and sweet; where will you
take me the beetle sighed, to
the stars above in the june-
bug sky – to the stars and
beyond her lover cried...
© 20 August 2007, I.D. Carswell
Written for Trystal Wright, a very young lady learning to love poetry
shaking came the sparkling
jewel-beetle making the june-
bug sky burn bright, boring
the wood of the night and
fervent heat of a lover’s
heart blazed crystaline
and sweet; where will you
take me the beetle sighed, to
the stars above in the june-
bug sky – to the stars and
beyond her lover cried...
© 20 August 2007, I.D. Carswell
Written for Trystal Wright, a very young lady learning to love poetry
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