Silver Rings

Silver rings dazzled, the lit amber moon
said to thee-'one give to me'
Someone stood there,
bright green eyes
and curly hair
jaded greetings of welcome
for there is less in the company of miserys delight.
in distant, hale bins of hay
4 cukoo clocks echoed in dismay
the time of yesterday is to begin
Fair boy, oh moon,
theres still to little sewn to soon
and shock on the sun
reddened cheeks
drew past the silver rings
in merry queer leaps.

by Candice Renae Williams

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Silver Rings. This one was inspired. Not finished yet... But I thought it worth showing.