In love

I am in love
With a wind which blows
Through a chime to a classical steep
Stepping cling colliding
Gently against one another in a ranging fashion
Of distilled slowly numbing
October air which cuts the skin
Like rain drops and dew
Moving at speed of excess of mind
And with the reason of punishment of the tongue
Which courses down my high strung maintenance
Composed like a conductor twitching his wand
Through the sea of masses and controlling all
I love you with the simple stroke
That my pen can draw
Across the river
Across the mar.

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