Kieran Sam Biography

My love, come and embrace;
And we, like little fawns, dance
In this valley for one last time.
What else do we have
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Fever and fancy conjured
A child's image
Into my noon dream.
Lisping in words of the moon and stars,
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A lady in pink
chatting me up for a while,
Sparkling red wine in her glass,
all rapturous
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Slopes blending gracefully with maturing Sun
That embalmed in crimson,
Is paired off with a rainbow in the sky.
And with heavens would vie,
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Yet another last ray of hope,
Abandoned somewhere long past;
Sure of nothing to change till our last breath.
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