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65830090 - srasg56
65914842 - dixiechicken
66056796 - Cusanus
WINNER - 66262930 - tmeconverse
66366742 - star-lightcox.net
66394810 - Zunie2010

65830090 - srasg56

For Sylvia

You are the torch to the suites of love,
Sequent hitherto hidden rooms
Suddenly shaped by the lyre of flames:
Amorous lovers in the tapestries,
A clock made like a flower with lips not hands,
Aubusson carpets and Chinese beds.

Love is the ladder to the top of the tree
which the climber pulls up after him
To count anew the rungs and lie across:
Among the apples nearest to the sun,
The centre of a wheel of gleaming vistas.

Indoors there is the discovering lamp,
Showing the lustres and the slanting chairs;
In the open is the tree of triumph
Which we climb, eating the challenged fruit.

Sylvia, my Muse, I adore
Dandy

65914842 - dixiechicken

For Sylvia,
You are the touch to the suites of love,
Sequent hitherto hidden rooms
Suddenly shaped by the lyre of flames:
Amorous lovers in the tapestries,
A clock made like a flower with lips not hands,
Aubusson carpets and Chinese beds.

Love is the ladder at the top of the tree
which the climber pulls up after him
To count anew the rungs and lie across:
Among the apples nearest to the sun,
The centre of a wheel of gleaming vistas.

Indoors there is the discovering lamp,
showing the lustres and the slanting chairs;
In the open is the tree of triumph
Which we climb, eating the challenged fruit.

66056796 - Cusanus

For Sylvia
You are the torch to the suites of love,
Sequent to hitherto hidden rooms
Suddenly shaped by the lyre of flames:
Amorous lovers in the tapestries,
A clock made like a flower with lips not hands,
Aubusson carpets and Chinese beds.

Love is the Ladder to the top pf the tree
which the climber pulls up after him.
To count anew the rungs to the sun,
The centre of the wheel of gleaming vistas.

Indoors there is the disvovering lamp,
Showing the lustres and the slanting chairs;
In the open is the tree of triumph
which we climb, eating the challenged fruit.

Sylvia, my muse, I adore you
Dandy

WINNER - 66262930 - tmeconverse

For Sylvia

You are the torch to the suites of love,
Sequent hitherto hidden rooms
Suddenly shaped by the lyre of flames:
Amorous lovers in the tapestries,
A clock made like a flower with lips not hands,
Aubusson carpets and Chinese beds.

Love is the ladder to the top of the tree
Which the climber pulls up after him
To count anew the rungs & lie across:
Among the apples nearest to the sun,
The centre of a wheel of gleaming vistas.

Indoors there is the discovering lamp,
Showing the lustres and the slanting chairs;
In the open is the tree of triumph
Which we climb, eating the challenged fruit.

Sylvia, my Muse, I adore you
Dandy

66366742 - star-lightcox.net

For Sylvis

You are the torch to the suites of love,
sequent hitherto hidden rooms
suddenly shaped by the lyre of flames:
Amorous lovers in the tapestries,
A clock made like a flower with lips not hands,
Aubusson carpets and Chinese beds.

Love is the ladder to the top of the tree
which the climber pull up after him
To count anew the rungs & lie across:
Among the apples nearest to the sun,
The centre of a wheel of gleaming vistas.

Indoors there is the discovering lamp,
showing the lustres and the slanting chairs;
In the open is the tree of triumph
which we climb, eating the challenged fruit.

Sylvia, my muse, I adore you
Dandy

66394810 - Zunie2010

For Sylvia

You are the torch to the suites of love,
Segment hitherto hidden rooms
Suddenly shaped by the lyre of flames:
Amorous lovers in the tapestries,
A clock made like a flower with lips not hands,
Aubusson carpets and Chinese beds.

Lone is the ladder to the top of the tree
which the climber pulls up after him
To count anew the rungs & lie across:
Among the apples nearest to the sun,
The centre of a wheel of gleaming vistas.

Indoors there is the discovering lamp,
showing the lusters and the slanting chairs;
In the open is the tree of triumph
which we climb , eating the challenged fruit.

Sylvia, my Muse, I adore you
Dandy

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