You watch for those quarrelsome billowing winds
To burden your mornings with whispering babble
As sunrise persistently shadows rescinds
Unleashing the chords of its chattering rabble,
The ear-scratching dogs,
And pond leaping frogs,
The sniveling grunts of the rummaging hogs,
Sad quavering cars
And smoldering stars
Through hammering sounds of parading red clogs.
Your skin is assailed by an impudent stream
Intent on denying a dream’s call for glory
By battering eyelid’s invincible seam
And turning your flesh into blistering quarry,
The white that you wore,
The shells to your shore,
That smiling denial in beauty of yore,
A shivering toe
A toenail aglow
And drops turning snowbells of countless the score.
Your heartbeat imparts its magnificent croon
To stairs pouring downwards beneath rushing ankles,
Your smile feeds its blush to a vanishing moon
Which constantly whines and eternally rankles,
The music in sigh,
The kite roaming high,
An innocent quest roaming patches of sky
When hand touches hand
And gold tinted sand
Writes stories of love in a famished blue eye.
In a list
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This is another masterpiece from your heart. I know that you always speak it the right way
because you live your poetry. It is so nice to read it again and again to enjoy your poetry and... This time I will keep the rest of my thoughts very private. 
Don't ever dare to stop to write love. You make me to smile and you make me to sigh... 
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"Your skin is assailed by an impudent stream"
Somehow, I don't think she minds, Scribe. 
This is lovely, smooth, flowing rhyme, my Friend. Sensual, as always. Loving, as always. If this is how you "speak in tongues", then please hold classes to teach the rest of the world. 
Beautifully penned. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie.
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