The Revel-Table

Poem By Ro'in Mao

I peer into the park, the revel-table
Sitting on the grass where memories are made.
I feel the breeze brushing in the gambols
Throughout the throngs of shrubby shade.

It feels l'm a fairfolk of a fable
Where he sits and sighs in the gladful glade,
Peering into the park, the revel-table
Sitting on the grass where memories are made.

I stroll by the street shops of shareable
Tangs of time in truelove trade,
Wondering of the way we'd fumble
Along the lanes before us laid.

Life seems to me but a dreamy serenade
Whose lyrics and lines are more the able
To deck the tones below them played
At the reminiscent revel-table.

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