Grace
 
A tip-toe through the dusky meadows

Revealed these golden grains

And music of wind like cellos

With a promise of chilly rains


To and fro they swayed,

An intricate waltz to whim

Beauty and grace portrayed

Unrestrained, free, without trim


I took the hand of my lover

Laced our fingers to link

And we danced to the beat of thunder

Our hearts full to the brink

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