Her Melting Crust

She kept hopping, through
the motorways of the forest,
Flashing the fairy dust,
Wearing sparkles in the Sun.

Her crystal blue eyes,
And waves in sapphire hue,
Brightened with oozing songs,
Wading and splashing fun.

Honeycomb curves and twisted brew,
Coiled through the deciduous forest.
The lissom rill appeared true,
Filling me with love and lust.

Every day she looked anew,
The river – and her melting crust.


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