Utters not a word.
Did maybe a bird steal his tongue.
Maybe an error.
Could have thought it were a worm.
Silence could be golden.
Shown in a wish.
In a magic moment she’s waiting for your kiss.
Is this omen maybe pearl.
Bad luck could be presumed
If this omen were a ruby.
Fire filled blazing red.
Then love would be apparent.
Instead of seeming dead.
Should love be shown in emerald green.
Maybe things would be as they seem.
Bright and natural.
Fools endeavour.
Diamond love would last forever.
Could and should withstand this weather.
Be upstanding till the end of time.
This tempest vengeful snatches all things in it’s path.
Perhaps I hear not your gentle words.
Maybe drowned in natures blast.
By ladylivvi1
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