Winston Lu1

Golden haired and satin skinned
How adorable and so sociable
Connected in your castle mounds
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Beyond a child's delighted features
Mirrors the beauty of their soul
Immersed, baptized simple purity
Reflective mom's nurturing heart
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We stand on the shore and imagine paradise

As far as the vast expanse of what we see
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The rooster boy
Goes Cah cah cah
Trumpets to morning
All day long!
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I had driven past mounds
Sped through the crossroads of desert paths
With sands of time pressed gently
Against my tinted glassed visor.
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I often hear the mumbled hiss
Disgruntled words sewn amiss
Unflattering and beneath her breath
That I'd often rather miss
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Of Christmas ghost of the past
I'd like to thank your tidings
That by chance I came and saw
The thought of dear remembrance
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Why somber, tethered wanderer?
Among kin yet amiss, dreaming
Perennial grey, season lie sojourn
Blossoms cease in distant blooming
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A couple's good china
Sits on display
On splendid old shelves
Poised not long to stay
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I've held to my promise
Kept long in me to keep
To hold onto appearance
Weaknesses buried deep
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At times like sweet molasses
Moist and soft in the air
Clings to skin with static hair
Nice and slow without a care
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I'd love to stroll by trees
I recognized as a child
Stroll on non-ending paths
Of uncut grass that stretched
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The legend of heroes would be for naught
If not for the chosen one for which they fought
Enchanted beauty with subtle charms
Unintentionally entrapping relentless desire
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