The flowers bloom wider their scents enchanting
The birds sing sweeter their notes beguiling
The sky is bluer my days are brighter
The night is darker the stars they glimmer
The whistling breeze it whispers
The warm sun it pampers
The petrichor carries a message
Verified upon gazing at your visage
It exists at the edge of reason
Enciphered in the seasons
In a while longer, the code must crack
Emerging from the deepest black
Keats
14 February 2016
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