Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Let's Dance


And man is as its flower
We pass this way but once, my love
Let’s fully taste each hour

The bud that spills the rose
Soon renders its romance
My love, the imminence of death
Inspires us to dance

Sweet summer scrawls its sigh
Across the hazy slope
And oh, my love, I sense its haste
Beneath this sun-spun hope

Ah, morning noon and night
How seamlessly you pass
Let’s take this chance to dance, my love
For flesh is as the grass

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