Ode to Azure


Flowing sweet, the sound e'er takes me
gliding on in ribboned hue...
to respite beneath the birch tree,
reflected in that mirrored blue.

Diaphanous thought drifts along
evading all such transient woe;
unbroken by the river's song
I poise myself for love's plateau.

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